The Dramatic Works of the Right Honourable Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, plague of his sentiments! If he salutes me with a scrap of morality in his mouth, I shall be sick directly. But, however, don't mistake me, Sir Peter; I don't mean to defend Charles's errors: but, before I form my judgment of either of them, I intend to make a trial of their hearts; and my friend Rowley and I have planned something for the purpose.
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - They boast, they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! Yes — they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride. They offer us their protection — -yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs — covering and devouring them ! They call on us to barter all of good we have inherited and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they promise. Be our own plain answer this...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - I did not expect it ; for I was going to write to you on a little matter of business. Jack, I have been considering that I grow old and infirm, and shall probably not trouble you long. Capt. A. Pardon me, sir, I never saw you look more strong and hearty, and I pray fervently that you may continue so.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, to fret you no longer, Sir Peter, we are indeed acquainted with it all. I met Lady Teazle coming from Mr. Surface's so humbled, that she deigned to request me to be her advocate with you. Sir PET.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, my dear Sir Peter, I beg your pardon. [Gaping, throws away the book.~\ I have been dozing over a stupid book. Well, I am much obliged to you for this call. You haven't been here, I believe, since I fitted up this room. Books, you know, are the only things I am a coxcomb in. Sir PET.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - And then, you know, my evening amusements : To draw patterns for ruffles, which I had not materials to make up ; to play Pope Joan with the curate ; to read a sermon to my aunt; or to be stuck down to an old spinet to strum my father to sleep after a fox-chase.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - So, while I fondly imagined we were deceiving my relations, and flattered myself that I should outwit and incense them all — behold my hopes are to be crushed at once, by my aunt's consent and approbation — and I am myself the only dupe at last! — [Walking about in a heat.] But here, sir, here is the picture...
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now I think he has given you the greatest provocation in the world. Can a man commit a more heinous offence against another than to fall in love with the same woman? Oh, by my soul, it is the most unpardonable breach of friendship.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon my soul, Sir, I do not; I think it is as honest a looking face as any in the room, dead or alive. But I suppose uncle Oliver goes with the rest of the lumber?
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - God, no one can say of/ me) ; well, my honour makes me quarrel with another gentleman of my acquaintance. So, we fight. (Pleasant enough that.) Boh ! I kill him (the more's my luck). Now, pray who gets the profit of it ? Why, my honour. But put the case that he kills me ! by the mass ! I go to the worms, and my honour whips over to my enemy.

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