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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Svazek 16
Úplné zobrazení - 1777
Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays...
Úplné zobrazení - 1776
Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays
Náhled není k dispozici. - 2013
Abel Afide Arch becauſe believe Belinda Bell better Brain bring brother buſineſs captain Cher comes Conft dare dear devil drink Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face faith fear fellow firſt Fond fool fortune gentleman give gone hand head hear Heartf Heaven hold honour hope houſe huſband I'll John juſt keep Kite lady leave look lord Lucy Madam Madem marry maſter mean mind moſt muſt myſelf nature never night on't pleaſe poor pray Ruth ſay Scrub ſee ſhall Sharp ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak Step ſuch ſure talk Teague tell thank thee there's theſe thing thou thought true truth turn uſe warrant What's wife woman women wou'd young
Strana 44 - ... 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?
Strana 17 - 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.
Strana 18 - 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.
Strana 60 - Sul. Your prating is worse. Mrs. Sul. Have we not been a perpetual offence to each other? a gnawing vulture at the heart?
Strana 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...
Strana 1 - 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...
Strana 81 - ... 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.