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Theophilus Cibber [1748], Romeo and Juliet, a tragedy, Revis'd, and Alter'd from Shakespear, By Mr. Theophilus Cibber. First Reviv'd (in September, 1744,) at the Theatre in the Hay-Market: Now Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane... To which is added, A Serio-Comic Apology, For Part of the Life of Mr. Theophilus Cibber, Comedian. Written by Himself... Interspersed with Memoirs and Anecdotes, relating to Stage-Management, Theatrical Revolutions, &c. Also, Cursory Observations on some principal Players... Concluding with a Copy of Verses, call'd, The Contrite Comedian's Confession (Printed for C. Corbett... and G. Woodfall [etc.], London) [word count] [S37400]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Copy of VERSES, entitled The Contrite Comedian's Confession. [secondary verse]
My Faults, and Foibles having laid before ye,
I now, for Pardon undeserv'd implore ye; Thus, while I pluck up Grace, and make Confession, I snugly tick afresh for new Transgression: Some few wild Oats I've sown,—have some been mowing; And—not to lie—have left some Crops still growing. To slight my Penitence might spoil your Convert, Much have I suffer'd, and not little done for't; Not but, perhaps—I've had my Share of Fun for't: Yet, not in all my Frolicks, I miscarried; One Fact, Sirs, clinch'd my Happiness:—I'm married Shew me a Brother-Player, who, like me, Can laugh, with Tragic-Heart, in Comedy: There! There's a Proof of my Philosophy! But hold— To jest at Sorrows, with so pleas'd a Face, Perchance, you'll say, is to deserve Disgrace; Not so, I hope,—for, sure you'll bring me off, If, I but smear myself, to make you laugh: That's my Profession still—now, from behind it, Should I let fall a Tear,—what Soul would mind it? Should Pistol, Foppington, or Drugger, weep, 'Twould hardly move you; but, to laugh—or sleep. Your Favours past, then, shall support my Spirit, Who knows?—The Joy may raise me into Merit; Still kindly shut my private Faults from View, And only rate me, as I seem to you: If, where I'm not my self, I'm sometimes right, Let your Good-Nature cherish your Delight. Your generous Plaudit all my Pains o'erpays, For 'tis my proudest, warmest Wish to raise, [illeg.]hiles from your Candour, from your Judgment Praise. FINIS.
Theophilus Cibber [1748], Romeo and Juliet, a tragedy, Revis'd, and Alter'd from Shakespear, By Mr. Theophilus Cibber. First Reviv'd (in September, 1744,) at the Theatre in the Hay-Market: Now Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane... To which is added, A Serio-Comic Apology, For Part of the Life of Mr. Theophilus Cibber, Comedian. Written by Himself... Interspersed with Memoirs and Anecdotes, relating to Stage-Management, Theatrical Revolutions, &c. Also, Cursory Observations on some principal Players... Concluding with a Copy of Verses, call'd, The Contrite Comedian's Confession (Printed for C. Corbett... and G. Woodfall [etc.], London) [word count] [S37400]. |