She Stoops to Conquer E-Book

Oliver Goldsmith

• Herausgeber: Caiman
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Enter MR. WOODWARD, dressed in black, and holding a handkerchief to his eyes.

     Excuse me, sirs, I pray—I can't yet speak—
     I'm crying now—and have been all the week.
     "'Tis not alone this mourning suit," good masters:
     "I've that within"—for which there are no plasters!
     Pray, would you know the reason why I'm crying?
     The Comic Muse, long sick, is now a-dying!
     And if she goes, my tears will never stop;
     For as a player, I can't squeeze out one drop:
     I am undone, that's all—shall lose my bread—
     I'd rather, but that's nothing—lose my head.
     When the sweet maid is laid upon the bier,
     Shuter and I shall be chief mourners here.
     To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed,
     Who deals in sentimentals, will succeed!
     Poor Ned and I are dead to all intents;
     We can as soon speak Greek as sentiments!
     Both nervous grown, to keep our spirits up.
     We now and then take down a hearty cup.
     What shall we do?  If Comedy forsake us,
     They'll turn us out, and no one else will take us.
     But why can't I be moral?—Let me try—
     My heart thus pressing—fixed my face and eye—
     With a sententious look, that nothing means,
     (Faces are blocks in sentimental scenes)
     Thus I begin: "All is not gold that glitters,
     "Pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters.
     "When Ignorance enters, Folly is at hand:
     "Learning is better far than house and land.
     "Let not your virtue trip; who trips may stumble,
     "And virtue is not virtue, if she tumble."