In the play of William Tell, in reply to a speech of Tell's, Gesler answers: Gesler. Darest thou question me? Tell. Can it more than kill? Tell. No, that is not enough! Tells cues, or hints for his speeches would be as follows: The pupil will see that by following our directions in that matter, he will save himself a great amount of study. SPONGE, A gentleman in want of a FEEDWELL, A landlord. MEASURETON, Frock coat, light| FEEDWELL, Vest, pants, etc., white SCENE 1. Representation of an arbor in the center of the stage at the back; on the R., a post with a board, on which is written “Dinners Dressed on the Shortest Notice—Robert Feedwell." On the rising of the curtain, FEEDWELL and Waiters enter from R. H. Fee. Take care, there, take care! Mind you don't break the dishes or spill the gravy: this is the most particular dinner I ever had to provide in all my life. Wai. We shall be careful, sir. (Waiters exeunt R. H.) Fee. This is the long-looked for day, on which my former master, and now my near neighbor, Mr. Doric, gives his daughter in marriage to Mr. Measureton, the architect; and purely, as it would seem to me, because he has been seized himself with a mania for building. That house, which he seems almost to adore, is the first fruit of his sublime imagination; but here he comes. Enter DORIC, L. H. Doric. (L.) Well, Robert, how proceeds the dinner? Doric. That is right. Here comes my son-in-law. Meas. (L.) My dear father-in-law, the company are waiting: your presence is expected. Doric. (c.) I'm coming; but do you know the news? Mr. Dalton has bought the manor-house, upon the hill. Fee. (R.) What! Mr. Dalton, the rich merchant, who never dines with less than forty or fifty covers? Mea. What! The rich merchant, who is always building? I wish I were his architect; but as I was saying, the guests will arrive, and — Dor. And if they should arrive ten minutes too soon, you can show them over the house; let them see the grand saloon, and my new designs. But come, neighbor, I will just pop into the kitchen, take a glance at the eatables,— and then for the guests. Fee. This way your honor. (Feedwell and Doric exeunt R. H., Measureton L. H.) Enter SPONGE, cautiously from back of the stage, L. H. Sponge. No dinner yet! and nearly ten miles from London. Alas! tired of admiring, with an empty stomach, its parks, museums, streets, and cook-shop windows, I have come to try my fortune in the country; but the hour of dinner approaches, and not one invitation yet. Hallo! (Looking off L.) I believe there is to be a wedding in that house; a wedding, and I not in it? They always have good dinners at |