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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays
Полный просмотр - 1776
Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays
Недоступно для просмотра - 2013
Abel Afide Arch becauſe believe Belinda Bell better Brain bring brother buſineſs captain Cher comes Conft dear devil drink Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face faith fear fellow firſt Fond fortune gentleman give gone hand head hear Heartf hold honour hope houſe huſband I'll keep Kite lady leave look lord Lucy Madam Madem marry maſter mean mind miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf nature never night on't pleaſe poor pray Ruth ſay SCENE Scrub ſee ſhall Sharp ſhe ſhould Sir John ſome ſpeak Step ſuch ſure talk Teague tell thank thee there's theſe thing thou thought told true turn uſe warrant What's wife woman women wou'd young
Стр. 36 - ... till he be angry. To keep his valour in obscurity, is to keep himself as it were in a cloak-bag. What's a musician, unless he play ? What's a tall man unless he fight?
Стр. 9 - I lend no credit to that is fabled of 'em: I know the virtue of mine own, and therefore I dare the boldlier maintain it.
Стр. 10 - Oh, it's a most precious fool, make much on him: I can compare him to nothing more happily than a drum; for every one may play upon him.
Стр. 50 - Sul. Your prating is worse. Mrs. Sul. Have we not been a perpetual offence to each other? a gnawing vulture at the heart?
Стр. 7 - But some comfort still; if one would be revenged of him, these are good times; a woman may have a gallant, and a separate maintenance too— the surly puppy— yet he's a fool for't: For hitherto he has been no monster, but who knows how far he may provoke me? I never...
Стр. 73 - I own it, we are united contradictions, fire and water : but I could be contented, with a great...
Стр. 75 - Mother was useless at five and twenty ; not wheedle ! would you make your Mother a Whore and me a Cuckold, as the saying is? I tell you his Silence confesses it, and his Master spends...
Стр. 71 - ... he comes flounce into bed, dead as a salmon into a fishmonger's basket ; his feet cold as ice, his breath hot as a furnace, and his hands and his face as greasy as his flannel nightcap.