.C3A1 » f \ ^21 THE C-tH^*- A.CTOR OF £LL WORK OR, THE FIRST AND SECOND FLOOR. A FARCE. IN ONE ACT. With the Comic Song of The Picture of A London TLAr-JiousE^ as introduced by MR. MATHEWS, AT THE XElf-YORK THEATRE. NEW-YORK: PUBLISHED BY E. WE. MURDEN, Circulating Library and Dramatic Repository^ KO. 4 CHAMBER-STREET. 1822. - - ~- f m DRAMATIS FEBSONJEi Multiple, a Strolling Actor, Mr. Mathews, Mathe w St ufiy, a Prompter, Ma the ws, French Tragedian, Mathews, Robin Scrawkr, J a ^humbri- > ^ r J ' } fl/i Apprentice, \ JiATtIEl ^> !a Scotch i PawnbroA Mathews, ken ) Mrs. M'Sillergrip, wife to Andrew, Mathews, Dmnken Coachman^ Mathews. 3 % THE ACTOR OF ALL WORK, Enter Multiple, in front of the drop curtain, reading a Utter. Mul. — Lm sure I can't help it, while they keep crowding behind.— Bless me, sir, how sharp your elbows are •— Excuse me, ma'am, but it's you're so very fat that's the reason.— Box tickets for six shillings ; taketwo in the pit, and save a shilling.— ]. say, you Bill, where have you got to ?— Oh ! I'm under this here fat gentle- man's legs, papa.— Gal le.y tickets foreMij.cn p-nce* if you have more tickets than you want, sir, I'll buy them of you.— Sare, you will hav de goodness to in- fo.ui me ii dis is Drury Lane, or de Garden Common — This is Covent Garden, sir, Drury Lane is moved into Bridges-street : Drury Lane u>ed 10 be in the Strand.— I remember Drury Lane in the Haymarket — Ha, ha! there's a bull !— A bull ! bless me, where * — What a shame to let those mad creatures run about the street.— Come, come along, Alary : where are you ? —I've lost my shoes! — Shoo, shoo! never mind that ■ push on, there's plenty of room— Where >— In my pockets, for you've got both your hands there.— How dreadful hot it is!— Hack, back there ! the pit's full —Ah! that's always the case at this house : they fill the pit before the doors are opened.— Well then where are you driving to ? — Oh, I'm going to the play, Where, with spirits so gay, Wit, iwnsic, and harmony mingle* i ACTOR OF ALL WORK. Ire the boxes arc fiU'd. in the lobbies you meet, U here e'en ladies themselves bear the brunt? \ nd squeezing thro' numbers, to Ret a good seat, Aro crowded all round to the front. The pit parties ramble all over the place, Till they're seated at ease, great and small, While the gallery guests fill the benches apace, And with discord for harmony bawl. [Spoken.] Halloo! you catgut scrapers ! strike up,, there, v. ill you ? — Rule Britannia ! — Moll in the Wad! — Down, down ! — Hats olF ! — Silence ! — Down in front! — That fellow, now, bawling out silence, makes more noUe than all the rest of them. — Apples, pears, oranges, nuts, cakes, bill of the performances, hook of the songs. — Come, get up, there, sir, that's my seat. — 1 say it's not your scat. — Yes, it is; I was sitting next to that there lady with the brandy-bottle ; I've only been out to get a drop of aniseed. — Any seat? I tell you there's not any seat here. — Sir, I'll be very much obliged to you, if you'll let my little girl stand up — she never was at a play before : — there, my dear, take care you don't tumble over into the pit. — Law! mamma, is it full of water? — Pretty dear! what an innocent remark ! — Mrs. Filla^ree's places ; five young ladies, and their mamma ! — Dear me, ma", if there an't two gentlemen got our seats ! — Well, 1 declare, that's va>tly ungenteel, after I came all the way myself, yesterday, to take places. — Permit me, ma'am, to • p ( 'ak to them ? — I'm sure, sir, you're vastly polite. — Come out of that, then, will you ! — What do you mean, sir ? — Come out of this, then ! — Out of this, and out of that ! I don't understand you ! — Och ! then, I must be after making a ta\ lor of my list, and taking measure of you for a black eve. — I'm keeping this seat for a gentleman, and I iha'nt give it up — First act over ! — There, sir, the first act's over ; you can't keep seats any longer ; you must give it up. — Must I ? — ^ et, vou mu»t. — Then, like some other people, I'll resign when I'm obliged to turn out. — Move that shawl ! — I shal t not. — Take away that TIPPST, — I II TIP it to you, if you do. — These are puns, 1 Mippone : — a man that would make a pun, would pick a pocket: what do ACtOR OF ALL WORK. 9 you think ?— Why, sir, I don't know what to think, Cm taken exeeediugly ill, 1 should like to get out.— What did you pay for coming in ?— Seven shillings, sir,— Offer them half a guinea, 1 dare say they'll let you out Shut that box-door. — I can't come iu, and I'm sure 1 shan't go out.— Box-keeper, shut that dotir, iake away this man, anil brin^ me a gentleman :— m hy don't you do as 1 ordered you ? bring me a gentle- man.— sir, I've been all round the lobby, urn! L can't find one. — What vulgarity ! 1 remember Mr«Gtt«rick .: in his time, there was some oudkii in the house !— Sir. if vou were to ask the managers, you'd 8ud they had orders enough in the house now. — What's the play ? Jilue Devils, *ir. — Oh, we have plenty of them at home — Devil among the taylors.— i-ir, that's a personal re- jection. — Sir.how should I know you were a tay lor? — Sir, there's my card : com<»,n6 shuffling ; Chalk Farm! — Chalk faces ?— Leave off that noise, will you ? it's very odd that some people will talk, and disturb other peon!**, who came to heal- what the people say upon the stage.— What did you come for ?— Come for ?~ why, I cam? to see the play. Where, with spirits so gay, Wit, music, and harmony mingle J'lie performance done, with smiles and With laughter, Each countenance is strre to be lit up ; For if haply the tir=t piece is tragic, the after Is sure to change grief to a ik-up. And now, one by one, all our lights cease to bnrn. While the company they go out too ; Vet, like stars, we must hope, they go out to return, For to us, there are no stars like you. [Spoken.] Coach to the City.— Coach unhired — Four shillings to Hyde Park Corner —Three and six- pence to Tottenham Court Road.— Want a coach* your honour ?— Yes.— What number ?— One, to be sure; that's enough at once.— Coach to St. Mary Axb.— Are you hired ?— Ax about.— lake that fellow's number ; take his number; he is the most impertinent fellow under all the P—n's.— Take my number ! you may 10 ACTOR OF ALT. WORK. take my name, too, if you like ; I'm Saucy Dick — used to drive the lung Islewoith, Remember tiie poor link- boy, your grace. — Out of the way, you graceless dog ! — Pray my, lord duke! — There's two-pence for you. — You a duke ? you're a rum duke, t lie!) ! — Drive to j)u kk's Place. — Well, Thomas, have you got a coach ? — No, sir : I've been all down the Strand, and up to Charing Cross, and can't get one. — Bless me ! 1 shall ratch my death of cold, only got thin shoes, and no bhawll — Well, well, it's your own fault; all prid<: ought to dress for the weather. — I'm very sorry to say, my. lady, your carriage is broke, the pannels drove in, ami your arms Oh, dear! my arms destroyed, my lord; think of that !: — Never mind, make use of mine, my lady. — Well, ma'am, bow have you been entertain- ed l — Very well, sir, thank you; and my little girl has been quite pleased ; never was at a playhouse be- fore ! — Did you like it, my love ? — Oh. >cs, sir, very much indeed : she'll have it all oft" to-morrow morning, t^uite perfect, every word. — And what did you see, my dear ? — Oh, sir, there was a gentleman sung a song so Lad, they made him sing it all over again. — Infantine simplicity ! what a pretty remark ! — And, pray, which did you like best ? Oh, sir, the song. — What, the song about the play, Where, with spirits so gay, Wit, music, and harmony mingle ? [Exit, ( Curtain rises and discovers Vclenspeck sealed at a table with a letter in liis hand. The scene is ao constructed as to exhibit an upper roo?n, with a toilet-table, dressing -glass, &c &c. ; two prac- ticable doors lead to different stair cases. Ve» knspeck is seated in the lower room. J Vel. Here I am, in a pretty pickle ! Bills stuck up all over the town, and not a performer ready. Let me read over Penny less', the Trea- surer's letter, once more : (reads. J • Dear Sir, — I write to give you Information ACTOR OP ALL WORK. J J respecting tbc actors you bad engageti. The gentleman who was to do the fops, has been put under three month's arrest. " The child of na- ture" is in the straw, and the walking gentleman lias u alked away. Your first tragedian has been lapp'd on the shoulder, and your harlequin tappM for the dropsy. Lady Towuley is keeping a chandlers shop, and your country boy is superan- nuated. You will please send me money enough * to pay for an outside place on the coach. 11 Yours, &c. " Peter Pennyless." Walk t» • (A knock at the door. Enter Multiple, as Mathew Stuffy. Pray, Sir, who are you, and what do yon want ? Stuff. I came here, Sir, to— (sneezes most violently.) VeL You came here to what, sir ? Stuff, I wait to get (sneezes J al elgagemelt. VeL A what ? Stuff. Al employmelt as a— (sneezes) as a player. VeL Oh I as a player; why what is your name, pray ? Stuff My lame is (sneezes) Mathew (sneezes) Stuffy. (I see he does uot suspect me.) (Aside) I klew the immortal (sneeses) Mr. Garrick, dead aid deceased, lolg ago. VeL Why, Mr. Stuffy, you seem to have a bad cold. Stuff. Yes ; (sneezes) I catch'd it before I was borl (sneezes) 12 ACTOH OK ALL WORK. Vel. Indeed ! that was early in life to have you* calamities bc^in ; how did it happen ? Stit*F. Why, niv mother catchM cold (sneezes) sroilg to see the immorlai Mr. Garrick, dead aid « leceased, pi ay — [sneezes) Vet. Well, I wish you would enter upon the case at once, and open your business, lor I'm in a hurry. Sluffl (Opening hi* snuff-box.) There I have opeled my (sneezes) box — aid it will clear my head — Vet. Of stupidity I hope ; — I believe snuff is sometimes of service that way. Stuff'. Yes ; will you take some ? (offering his box,) it may do you a deal of — (sneezes) good.— The immortal Mr. Garrick sometimes (sneezes) Vcl. Damn the fellow ; tell me at once, what; line of characters you wish to engage for — trage- dy ? Stuff. Lo ; I could do (sneezes) tragedy, but whel I attempt to raise my voice, (sneezes) squeak so I caPt {sneezes) be heard. Vet. Can vou sin"- ? Stuff. Yes, very well, oily lor two thiJgs. Vet. Well pray, what are they ? Stuff. Walt of ear and wait of voice, (sneezes) Vel. Why to be sure, they are formidable ob- jections ; then how is it for comedy ? Harlequin and opera dancing is out of the question. Stiff. (Sneezes.) Why, comedy 1 despise, aid buflfoolry is beleath my lotice. (Sneezes.) Vel. Wliat the Devil would you engage for, then, if neither tragedy, comedy, nor opera suits you ? Stuff. Why, as a (sneeze*) prompter* Vcl. A prompter ! ACTOR OF ALL WORK^ 13 Stuff. Yes, Sir, lature has fitted me for a promoter, (sneeses. ) Vci. Nature fitted you for a prompter ! how, pray ? Stuff. Why ht." Stuff*, Very well, {sneezes) very well, u