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entitled and called — The Amusements

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.

BOOK THE THIRD

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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