George has vices, to be sure, but they belong to the stomach rather than the heart--that obese heart which, such as it is, the good Queen can call her own.
"Hath your Royal Highness ever seen this Cibber act ?" asked the Duchess, by way of making conversation.

She never stands on ceremony with soft-pated George, and does not wait to speak until she is spoken to.
"Cibber--Cibber--who be Cibber ?" queries the Prince, a beery look in his eye, a foreign accent on his tongue.
"He's the son of the sculptor, Caius Gabriel Cibber, your Highness." "I do not know--I do not know," mutters George drowsily.

Then he falls asleep in the box, and snores so deeply that Manager Rich, who has been in the front of the house, pokes his inquisitive face into the poorly-lighted auditorium, and quickly pokes it back again.
But hush! Wake up, Prince, and look at the stage.

The play has begun, and some member of the company, we know not who, has recited the archaic prologue, which asks: "What are the Charmes, by which these happy Isles Hence gain'd Heaven's brightest and eternal smiles?
What Nation upon Earth besides our own But by a loss like ours had been undone?
Ten Ages scarce such Royal worths display As England lost, and found in one strange Day.
One hour in sorrow and confusion hurld, And yet the next the envy of the World." [Illustration: COLLEY CIBBER In the character of "Sir Novelty Fashion, newly created Lord Foppington," in Vanbrugh's play of "The Relapse, or, Virtue in Danger." _From the Painting by_ J.GRISONI, _the property of the Garrick Club_] The King is dead! Long live the Queen! The prologue was written in honour of his most Catholic Majesty James II.

and his consort, Marie Beatrice of Modena, but the opening lines are admirably adapted to flatter Anne, and so they are retained, even though what follows happens to be new.[A] [Footnote A: The remainder of the original prologue, had it been recited, would have raised a storm.] But what care we for the prologue when the first scene is on and Violante and Leonora are confessing their respective love affairs, as women always do--on the stage.