The Social Stage; Original Dramas, Comedies, Burlesques, and Entertainments for Home Recreation, Schools and Public Exhibitions

The Social Stage; Original Dramas, Comedies, Burlesques, and Entertainments for Home Recreation, Schools and Public Exhibitions

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... squalling, and Chrome with his infernal ideas, this place is more like Pandemoninm than an artist's studio. I tell you, I've done with you! I'll go to some lone spot, where no voice can break the stillness--Chrome. (Outside.) "Now, I swear, by the light of the comet-king's tail, If again with these magical colors I fail, The crater of Etna shall hence be my jail, And ray food shall be sulphur and fire." Enter Chrome, K. Pallette. Speak of, --you know whom, --and here he is. Chrome. Such an idea! Throw aside your brushes, cast loose your canvas, and listen to the words of wisdom from the lips of the sage and reverend Chrome. Easel. Ye that have ears to hear, prepare to stretch them now. Pallette. Easel, don't make a donkey of yourself! What's the matter? Whose house is on fire? Chrome. The house I live in. The slumbering embers of genins in my bosom have burst into flame, --a flame that can never be quenched. Easel. Get an annihilator. Pallette. Call out the fire-department. Chrome. Our fortunes are made. Already around my brow I feel the laurel twine. Fame's trumpets ring in my ears.--Pallette. Put up your trumpet, and talk sense. Chrome. 'Tis useless to throw pearls before swine. Listen. 'Tis now some three weeks since we three ambitious individuals, filled with the desire to immortalize ourselves, and feeling within our bosoms the glow of that seraphic fire, which, leaping to the brain of Raphael Titian--Easel. Oh, come, Chrome! I petition for something a little more cooling. Pallette. Don't attempt to fire up the ashes of the great. Chrome. 'Tis three weeks since we three, fired by ambition, determined to astonish the world as painters. We had had little experience in the art; but that was nothing. Easel. No, indeed. Pallette. Anybody...show more

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  • Paperback | 62 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236651537
  • 9781236651532