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of Muley Bugentuf, King of Morocco. It will be played to
perfection, for my pupils declaim like the players of Madrid.
They are lads of family at Penafiel and Segovia, boarders with
me. They know how to touch the passions! To be sure they have
rehearsed under my tuition; their emphasis will seem as if struck
in the mint of their master — ut ita dicam. With respect to the
piece I shall not say a word about it, you shall be taken by
surprise. I shall simply state that it must produce a deep
impression on the audience. It is one of those tragic subjects
which harrow up the soul, by images of death presented to the
senses in all their fearful forms. I am of Aristotle’s mind,
terror is a principal engine. Oh! if I had written for the stage,
I would have introduced none but bloody tyrants, and death-dispensing heroes. Not all the perfumes of Arabia should have
sweetened this blood-polluted hand, I would have been up to my
elbows in gore. There would have been tragedy with a vengeance;
principal characters! ay, guards and attendants, should all have
been sprawling together. I would have butchered every man of
them, and the prompter into the bargain. In a word, I refine upon
Aristotle, and border on the horrible, that is my taste. These
plays to tear a cat in, are the only things for popularity; the
actors live merrily on their own dying speeches, and the authors
roll in luxury on the devastation of mankind.
Just as this harangue was over, we saw a great crowd of both
sexes coming out of town into the plain. Who should it be but the
new-married couple, attended by their families and friends, with
ten or twelve musicians in the van, producing a most obstreperous
din of harmony. We went up to them, and Diego introduced himself.
Peals of congratulation were immediately rung through the
assembly, and every one was eager to shake him by the hand. He
had enough upon his shoulders to receive all their fraternal
embraces. Relations and strangers all were for having a pull at
him. At length his father said — You are welcome, Diego. You
find your kinsmen living upon the fat of the land, my friend. I
shall say no more at present, a nod is as good as a wink.
Meanwhile the company went forward upon the plain, took their
stations under the tents, and sat down to table. I kept close to
my companion, and we both dined with the happy couple, who
appeared to be suitably matched. The meal was not soon over, for
the schoolmaster had the vanity to give three courses, for the
purpose of cutting out his brothers, who had not been so
magnificent in their hospitalities.
After the banquet, all the guests expressed their longing to see
Signor Thomas’s play, not doubting but the performance of so
extraordinary a genius would deserve all their ears. We came in
front of the stage; the musicians had taken possession of the
orchestra, for the overture and act-tunes. While every one was
waiting in profound silence for the rising of the curtain, the
actors appeared on the boards; and the author, with the piece in
his hand, sat down at the wing, in the prompter’s place. Well
might he call it a tragedy, for in the first act the King of
Morocco, by way of diversion, shot an hundred Moorish slaves with
arrows; in the second he beheaded thirty Portuguese officers,
taken prisoners by one of his captains: and in the third and
last, this monarch, surfeited with long-indulged libertinism, set
fire with his own hands to the seraglio where his wives were
confined, and reduced it to ashes with its inhabitants. The
Moorish slaves, as well as the Portuguese officers, were puppets
on a very curious construction; and the palace, built of
pasteboard, looked very naturally in flames by means of an
artificial firework. This conflagration, accompanied by a
thousand piercing cries, issuing from the ruins, concluded the
piece, and the curtain dropped upon this amiable entertainment.
The whole plain resounded with the applause of this fine tragedy;
which spoke for the good taste of the poet, and proved that he
knew where to look out for a subject.
I did not suppose there was anything more to be seen after The
Amusements of Muley Bugentuf, but I was mistaken. Kettle-drums
and trumpets announced a new exhibition — the distribution of
prizes — for Thomas de la Fuenta, to give additional solemnity
to his olympics, had made all his boys, as well dayscholars as
boarders, write exercises; and on this occasion he was to give to
those who had succeeded best, books bought at Segovia out of his
own pocket. All at once were brought upon the stage two long
forms out of the school, with a press full of old worm-eaten
books in fine new bindings. At this signal all the actors
returned upon the stage, and took their places round Signor
Thomas, who looked as big as the head of a college. He had a
sheet of paper in his band, with the names of the successful
candidates. This he gave to the King of Morocco, who began
calling over the list with an authoritative voice. Each scholar,
answering to his name, went humbly to receive a book from the
hands of the bum-jerker; after this he was crowned with laurel,
and seated on one of the two benches to be exposed to the gaze of
the admiring company. Yet, desirous as the schoolmaster might be
to send the spectators away in good humour, he brought his eggs
to a bad market; for, having distributed almost all the prizes to
the boarders, according to the usual etiquette of pedagogues,
that those who pay most must necessarily be the cleverest
fellows, the mammas of certain dayscholars caught fire at this
instance of partiality, and fell foul of the disciplinarian
thereupon: so that the festival, hitherto so much to the glory of
the donor, seemed likely to have ended to the same tune as the
carousal of the Lapithae.
CH. I. — The arrival of Gil Blas at Madrid. His first place
there.
I MADE some stay with the young barber. At my departure, I met
with a traveller of Segovia passing through Olm�do. He was
returning with four mules from a trading expedition to
Valladolid, and took me by way of back carriage. We got
acquainted on the road, and he took such a fancy to me that
nothing would serve him but I must be his guest at Segovia. He
gave me free quarters for two days, and when he found me
determined to leave him for Madrid under convoy of a muleteer, he
troubled me with a letter, begging me to deliver it in person
according to the superscription, without hinting that it was a
letter of recommendation. I was punctual in calling on Signor
Matheo Melendez. He was a woollen-draper, living at the gate of
the Sun, at the corner of Trunkmaker street. No sooner had he
broken the cover and read the contents, than he said with an air
of complacency — Signor Gil Blas, my correspondent, Pedro
Palacio, has written to me so pressingly in your favour, that I
cannot do otherwise than offer you a bed at my house; moreover,
he desires me to find you a good master, and I undertake the
commission with pleasure. I have no doubt of suiting you to a
hair.
I embraced the offer of Melendez the more gratefully because my
funds were getting much below par; but I was not long a burden on
his hospitality. At the week’s end, he told me that he had
mentioned my name to a gentleman of his acquaintance, who wanted
a valet-de-chambre, and, according to present appearances, the
place would not be long vacant. In fact, this gentleman happened
to make his appearance in the very nick — Sir, said Melendez,
pushing me forward, you see before you the young man as by former
advice. He is a pupil of honour and integrity. I can answer for
him as if he was one of my own family. The gentleman looked at me
with attention, said that my face was in my favour, and hired me
at once. He has nothing to do but to follow me, added he, I will
put him into the routine of his employment. At these words he
wished the tradesman good morning, and took me into the High-street, directly over against St Philip’s church. We went into a
very handsome house, of which he occupied one wing; then going up
five or six steps, he took me into a room secured by strong
double doors, with an iron grate between. From this room we went
into another, with a bed and other furniture, rather neat than
gaudy.
If my new master had examined me closely, I had all my wits about
me as well as he. He was a man on the wrong side of fifty, with a
saturnine and serious air. His temper seemed to be even, and I
thought no harm of him. He asked me several questions about my
family; and liking my answers — Gil Blas, said he, I take you
to be a very sensible lad, and am well pleased to have you in my
service. On your part, you shall have no reason to complain. I
will give you six rials a day board wages, besides vails. Then I
require no great attendance, for I keep no table, but always dine
out. You will only have to brush my clothes, and be your own
master for the rest of the day. Only take care to be at home
early in the evening, and to be in waiting at the door, that is
your chief duty. After this lecture, he took six rials out of his
purse, and gave them to me as earnest. We then went out, he
locked the doors after him, and taking care of the keys — My
friend, said he, you need not go with me, follow the devices of
your own heart; but on my return this evening, let me find you on
that staircase. With this injunction he left me to dispose of
myself as seemed best in my own eyes.
In good sooth, Gil Blas, said I in a soliloquy, you have got a
jewel of a master. What! fall in with an employer to give you six
rials a day for wiping off the dust from his clothes, and putting
his room to rights in the morning, with the liberty of walking
about and taking your pleasure like a schoolboy in the holidays!
By my troth! it is a place of ten thousand. No wonder I was in a
hurry to get to Madrid, it was doubtless some mysterious boding
of good fortune prepared for me. I spent the day in the streets,
diverting myself with gaping at novelties — a busy occupation.
In the evening, after supping at an ordinary not far from our
house, I squatted myself down in the corner pointed out by my
master. He came three quarters of an hour after me, and seemed
pleased with my punctuality. Very well, said he, this is right, I
like attentive servants. At these words, he opened the doors of
his apartment, and closed them upon us again as soon as we had
got in. As we had no candle, he took his tinder-box and struck a
light. I then helped him to undress. When he was in bed, I
lighted, by his order, a lamp in his chimney, and carried the
wax-light into the antechamber, where I lay in a press-bed
without curtains. He got up
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