This is his idea of a tragic scene: A little fellow comes bustling in, goes bustling about, and runs bustling out." Here Mr.Cibber left the room, to give greater effect to his description, but presently returned in a mighty pother, saying: "'Give me another horse!' Well, where's the horse?
don't you see I'm waiting for him?
'Bind up my wounds!' Look sharp now with these wounds.

'Have mercy, Heaven!' but be quick about it, for the pit can't wait for Heaven.

Bustle! bustle! bustle!" The old dog was so irresistibly funny that the whole company were obliged to laugh; but in the midst of their merriment Mrs.Woffington's voice was heard at the door.
"This way, madam." A clear and somewhat shrill voice replied: "I know the way better than you, child;" and a stately old lady appeared on the threshold.
"Bracegirdle," said Mr.Cibber.
It may well be supposed that every eye was turned on this newcomer--that Roxana for whom Mr.Cibber's story had prepared a peculiar interest.
She was dressed in a rich green velvet gown with gold fringe.

Cibber remembered it; she had played the "Eastern Queen" in it.

Heaven forgive all concerned! It was fearfully pinched in at the waist and ribs, so as to give the idea of wood inside, not woman.
Her hair and eyebrows were iron-gray, and she had lost a front tooth, or she would still have been eminently handsome.