" _Curtain_.
ONE-HALF OF THE AUDIENCE. "Is that really the whole of the act?"
THE OTHER HALF. "Thank goodness! it really is."
ACT V.--_Scene, the palace of the Duchess. Enter_ RENE _and the_ LOVELY
NIECE.
RENE. "The hounds of justice are laying for me just outside the door.
Fly with me, my beloved!" (_Enter the_ DUCHESS.)
DUCHESS. "She will not fly if I am at all acquainted with myself.
Gyurll, this fellow murdered my son, and I will give him up to justice."
(_Enter_ COURT PHYSICIAN.)
COURT PHYSICIAN. "Your Grace is mistaken. True, your son lay dead for a
month or two, but by a judicious application of four dozen bottles of my
"Universal Hair Restorer and Consumption Cure," he has recovered. Here
he comes."
DUCHESS. "'Tis he! 'Tis my son, though rather thin about the legs. RENE,
I forgive you. Marry the gyurrll if you wish. Bless you, my children."
_Curtain_.
FIRST USHER. "Go round, somebody, and wake the people up. If you don't,
they'll sit here and snore all night"
SECOND USHER. "No they won't. They'll wake up, now the play is over."
And the event proves that he is right. Slowly and gapingly the audience
arises, strolls sleepily out of the door, and entering wrong stages, is
carried to all manner of wrong destinations. So strong is the soporific
influence of the Phillipic drama, that not until hours after the play is
over, does the average spectator become sufficiently wakeful to express
an intelligible regret that Mr. WALLER and Mrs.
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