And with a bit more of this timely philosophy—­to which, let it be hoped, he ever lived up to himself—­Colley goes on to say that, “tho’ the giddy head of Powel accepted the parts of Betterton, Mrs. Bracegirdle had a different way of thinking, and desir’d to be excused from those of Mrs. Barry; her good sense was not to be misled by the insidious favour of the patentees; she knew the stage was wide enough for her success, without entering into any such rash and invidious competition with Mrs. Barry, and, therefore, wholly refus’d acting any part that properly belong’d to her.”

Then came the revolt, which the astute Betterton ("a cunning old fox” Gildon once dubbed him) seems to have managed with all the diplomacy of a Machiavelli.  “Betterton upon this drew into his party most of the valuable actors, who, to secure their unity, enter’d with him into a sort of association to stand or fall together.”  In the meantime he pushed the war into Africa, or, to change the simile, determined to lead his people out of the land of bondage, as exemplified by Drury Lane, and settle down in a new theatre.  Nay, the “cunning old fox” even went so far as to secure an interview with his most august sovereign, William of Orange.  What an audience it must have been, with William, stiff, uncomfortable, and unintentionally repellant, confronted by the greatest of living “Hamlets” and a group of other players made brilliant by the presence of the imperial but not too moral Mistress Barry, the lovely Bracegirdle, breathing the perfume of virtue, real or assumed, and the fascinating Verbruggen.[A] Perhaps the King found them an interesting lot, perhaps he merely regarded them with the same good-natured curiosity he might have exhibited for a pack of mountebanks, but in either case he was determined, with that sombre seriousness so typical of him, to do his duty in the premises.  So he listened patiently to their complaints, and the result of it all was that by the advice of the Earl of Dorset, the Lord Chamberlain, a royal licence, allowing the revolters to act in a separate theatre, was duly issued.  A subscription for the erection of the new house was immediately opened, people of quality paid in anywhere from twenty to forty guineas a piece, and the whole affair assumed permanent shape.  Poor, tired, pre-occupied William had done what was expected of him, lifting his eyes for the nonce from the real world, as represented by the map of Europe, to gaze upon his subjects of the mimic boards.

[Footnote A:  Mrs. Verbruggen and Joseph Williams seceded from the new company almost at once.]

“My having been a witness of this unnecessary rupture,” writes Cibber, “was of great use to me when, many years after, I came to be a menager myself.  I laid it down as a settled maxim, that no company could flourish while the chief actors and the undertakers were at variance.  I therefore made it a point while it was possible upon tolerable terms, to keep the valuable actors in humour with their station; and tho’ I was as jealous of their encroachments as any of my co-partners could be, I always guarded against the least warmth in any expostulations with them; not but at the same time they might see I was perhaps more determin’d in the question than those that gave a loose to their resentment, and when they were cool were as apt to recede.”