Title:  Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, July 30, 1892

Author:  Various

Release Date:  February 7, 2005 [EBook #14919]

Language:  English

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PUNCH,

Or the London charivari.

Vol. 103.

July 30, 1892.

IAGO IN BIRMINGHAM.

(SHAKSPEARE ONCE MORE ON THE SITUATION.)

[Illustration]

Iago          Mr. J-S-Ph CH-MB-RL-N.
Roderigo      Mr. J-SSE C-LL-NS.

Roderigo. Thou told’st me thou did’st hold him in thy hate.

Iago. Despise me, if I did not.  The great ones of the City,
    In personal suit to make me his Lieutenant,
    Off-capped to him:—­and, by the faith of man,
    I know my price—­I am worth no worse a place;
    But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
    Evades them with a bombast circumstance,
    Horribly stuffed with epithets of war;
    And, in conclusion,
    Nonsuits my meditators; for, “Certes,” says he,
    “I have already chose my officer.”  And who was he? 
    Forsooth, a great Arithmetician.
       * * * * *
    That never set a squadron in the field,
    Nor the division of a battle knows
    More than a spinster; unless the bookish theorick,
    Wherein the toged Consul can propose
    As masterly as he; mere prattle, without practice,
    Is all his soldiership.
        But, Sir, he had the Election!

* * * * *

A result of being hospitable.

    Scene—­Small, but Fashionable Club in West-End.

Algy. Waiter! bring me a brandy-and-soda.  Don’t feel up to the average to-day.

Hughie. Late last night?

Algy. Yes.  Went to Mrs. CRAMMERLY’s Dance, Prince’s Gate.  Goodness knows why I went!  I don’t think they’ll get me there again in a hurry.

Charlie (waking up from arm-chair).  Were you a victim too?  I didn’t see you there!

Algy. No.  Because I probably left before you arrived.  I had had enough of it in an hour, and came on here to supper; not before I had nearly poisoned myself with a concoction that old CRAMMERLY was asserting loudly, was an “’80 wine.”

Charlie (laughing).  Ah! my dear friend, I had been there before, and knew the ropes.  Took pretty good care to steer clear of the wine, and got a chap to give me a whiskey-and-soda.