The Tempest Act I. Scene II.

¹ This seems to be a rather playitagainSammy non-quote from East Lynne*. The nearest thing in the book being:

“Crying, sobbing, calling, she flung herself upon him; she clasped him to her; she dashed off her disguising glasses; she laid her face upon his, beseeching him to come back to her, that she might say farewell--to her, his mother; her darling child, her lost William!”

which isn't really all that close.
However there were many versions, both legal and pirated, of the play of the book and "Dead! Dead!" (or "Gone! Gone!") "And never called me Mother" might well be in one of those. It was then picked up by music hall comedians in the early 20th century and used to send up what they saw as hammed up Victorian emotionalism.

Here we see the RHB Chorale rehearsing for a performance of Here We Come a-Bovverboy 

¹  Oxford English Dictionary
"... $500 a year for the privilege" Now, so you can really see what absolute bastards the dastards are, check out their subscriptions and see how they have reduced their rates to $300 (call me a liar for five bucks: go on!) since last I checked, just to spite me. And anyway that's still a hell of a lot to pay!!

² Lochinvoer-v-var can be found here.

¹ "... iSight camera ---thingy" Apple has this weird thing about words beginning in i- and I remember (or should that be iRemember?) my disappointment when they named their answer to Internet Explorer "Safari" rather than the more consistent and much more satisfying "iBrowse"!

² "... blue commemorative plaque to prove it" After writing, recording and sending the essay off to the studio, I did some research into this plaque (Note to self: Do check the direction of the arrow of time first next time) and I cannot find any reference online to the thing*. Either it wasn't an official one, or history has been changed again, or my memory has finally rotted, anyway to give you the flavour of the thing, here's a totally different and rather sweet plaque from a street nearby.

³ Lansdowne "... soon the pub progressed" and after that it just got raunchier and more crowded and raunchier and louder and raunchier,
even attracting the less salubrious sort of sub-Hippy, as the poet says:

Just think how many royal boners
Sleep among these heaps of stoners

Ah! but just see The Lansdowne now-a-days, as the poet (same one) says what a change of flesh is here!

* Times (not to mention tides) wait not, and things change. A few years later I found it on line:

Legal Notice The management wish to state categorically that the title 'Lansdowne Ho!' is merely a metaplasm on such well established expressions as 'Land Ho!' or 'Westward Ho!' and contains no implications about any of the extraterpsichorean** activities of any exotic dancer.

** "... extraterpsichorean activities " another possible coinage: from Gk. Terpsikhore (terpein delight + khoros dancing) one of the nine Muses, ruling over dance and the dramatic chorus + Lat. extra (outside)---sorry about the miscegenation.
Meaning 'over and above dancing' and sadly, in this case specifically street-walking over and above piano-dancing.