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The Haughty Actor.

    By William Schwenck Gilbert



    An actor Gibbs, of Drury Lane -
    Of very decent station,
    Once happened in a part to gain
    Excessive approbation:
    It sometimes turns a fellow's brain
    And makes him singularly vain
    When he believes that he receives
    Tremendous approbation.

    His great success half drove him mad,
    But no one seemed to mind him;
    Well, in another piece he had
    Another part assigned him.
    This part was smaller, by a bit,
    Than that in which he made a hit.
    So, much ill-used, he straight refused
    To play the part assigned him.

    * * * * * * * *

    That night that actor slept, and I'll attempt
    To tell you of the vivid dream he dreamt.



    The Dream.


    In fighting with a robber band
    (A thing he loved sincerely)
    A sword struck GIBBS upon the hand,
    And wounded it severely.
    At first he didn't heed it much,
    He thought it was a simple touch,
    But soon he found the weapon's bound
    Had wounded him severely.

    To Surgeon Cobb he made a trip,
    Who'd just effected featly
    An amputation at the hip
    Particularly neatly.
    A rising man was Surgeon CObb
    But this extremely ticklish job
    He had achieved (as he believed)
    Particularly neatly.

    The actor rang the surgeon's bell.
    "Observe my wounded finger,
    Be good enough to strap it well,
    And prithee do not linger.
    That I, dear sir, may fill again
    The Theatre Royal Drury Lane:
    This very night I have to fight -
    So prithee do not linger."

    "I don't strap fingers up for doles,"
    Replied the haughty surgeon;
    "To use your cant, I don't play roles
    Utility that verge on.
    First amputation nothing less -
    That is my line of business:
    We surgeon nobs despise all jobs
    Utility that verge on

    "When in your hip there lurks disease"
    (So dreamt this lively dreamer),
    "Or devastating caries
    In humerus or femur,
    If you can pay a handsome fee,
    Oh, then you may remember me -
    With joy elate I'll amputate
    Your humerus or femur."

    The disconcerted actor ceased
    The haughty leech to pester,
    But when the wound in size increased,
    And then began to fester,
    He sought a learned Counsel's lair,
    And told that Counsel, then and there,
    How COBB'S neglect of his defect
    Had made his finger fester.

    "Oh, bring my action, if you please,
    The case I pray you urge on,
    And win me thumping damages
    From Cobb, that haughty surgeon.
    He culpably neglected me
    Although I proffered him his fee,
    So pray come down, in wig and gown,
    On Cobb, that haughty surgeon!"

    That Counsel learned in the laws,
    With passion almost trembled.
    He just had gained a mighty cause
    Before the Peers assembled!
    Said he, "How dare you have the face
    To come with Common Jury case
    To one who wings rhetoric flings
    Before the Peers assembled?"

    Dispirited became our friend -
    Depressed his moral pecker -
    "But stay! a thought! I'll gain my end,
    And save my poor exchequer.
    I won't be placed upon the shelf,
    I'll take it into Court myself,
    And legal lore display before
    The Court of the Exchequer."

    He found a Baron one of those
    Who with our laws supply us -
    In wig and silken gown and hose,
    As if at Nisi Prius.
    But he'd just given, off the reel,
    A famous judgment on Appeal:
    It scarce became his heightened fame
    To sit at Nisi Prius.

    Our friend began, with easy wit,
    That half concealed his terror:
    "Pooh!" said the Judge, "I only sit
    In Banco or in Error.
    Can you suppose, my man, that I'd
    O'er Nisi Prius Courts preside,
    Or condescend my time to spend
    On anything but Error?"

    "Too bad," said Gibbs, "my case to shirk!
    You must be bad innately,
    To save your skill for mighty work
    Because it's valued greatly!"
    But here he woke, with sudden start.

    * * * * * * * *

    He wrote to say he'd play the part.
    I've but to tell he played it well -
    The author's words his native wit
    Combined, achieved a perfect "hit" -
    The papers praised him greatly.



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