- Series: TREDITION CLASSICS
- Paperback: 88 pages
- Publisher: tredition (November 25, 2011)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 3842475845
- ISBN-13: 978-3842475847
- Product Dimensions: 5.2 x 0.2 x 8 inches
- Shipping Weight: 5.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (1 customer review)
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The Man of the World (1792) (TREDITION CLASSICS) Paperback – November 25, 2011
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"Originally it had been performed in Dublin in 1764 under the title The True-born Scotchman, but in 1770 the Examiner of Plays in London refused to license it. It was re-submitted in 1779 and again forbidden, but was finally allowed and performed at Covent Garden on 10 May 1781, with the author in the part of Sir Pertinax Macsycophant." (The author, the greatest character actor of his generation, held back publication until his 90th year to maintain a monopoly of the role)
This is a fine comedy from an era which did not abound in brilliant plays. Not only Macsycophant, but also Lord Lumley and his daughter Rodolpha are very striking 'characters,' to which the rest of the cast play straight men. In this scene, the Lady Rodolpha and Mac's son Egerton have been left alone together (the fathers both desire the match, the children both do not):
Eger. [Aside.] A pleasant interview, this--hem, hem!
Lady Rod. [Aside, mimicks him to herself.] Hem! he will not open the congress, I see.--Then I will.--[very loud.] Come, sir, when will you begin?
Eger. [Greatly surprised.] Begin! what, madam?
Lady Rod. To make love till me.
Eger. Love, madam!
Lady Rod. Ay, love, sir.--Why, you have never said a word till me on the subject,--nor cast a single glance at me,--nor heaved one tender sigh,--nor even secretly squeezed my loof:--now, sir, thof our fathers are so tyrannical as to dispose of us without the consent of our hearts;--yet you, sir, I hope, have more humanity than to think of marrying me without administering some of the preliminaries, usual on those occasions [...Read more ›