Chief Plays of Goldsmith and Sheridan: The School for Scandal, She Stoops to Conquer, The Rivals

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16 ÆäÀÌÁö - But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - I took you from; but now you must have your coach — vis-a-vis — and three powdered footmen before your chair; and, in the summer, a pair of white cats to draw you to Kensington Gardens. No recollection, I suppose, when you were content to ride double, behind the butler, on a docked coachhorse. Lady T. No, I swear I never did that! I deny the butler and the coach-horse.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show...
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - I told our bard; he smiled, and said 'twas clear, I ought to play deep tragedy next year. Meanwhile he drew wise morals from his play, And in these solemn periods...
268 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was a witness to it, has penetrated so to my heart, that had I left the place without the shame of this discovery, my future life should have spoken the sincerity of my gratitude. As for that smooth-tongued hypocrite, who would have seduced the wife of his too credulous friend, while he affected honourable addresses to his ward — I behold him now in a light so truly despicable, that I shall never again respect myself for having listened to him.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chorus* Let the toast pass, — Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass, Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize ; Now to the maid who has none, sir : Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes; And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Diggory, you are too talkative. — Then, if I happen to say a good thing, or tell a good story at table, you must not all burst out a-laughing, as if you made part of the company.
241 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow: Now to her that's as brown as a berry: Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - She certainly has talents, but her manner is gross. Snake. 'Tis very true. — She generally designs well, has a free tongue and a bold invention ; but her colouring is too dark, and her outlines often extravagant. She wants that delicacy of tint and mellowness of sneer which distinguishes your ladyship's scandal.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - You must not be so talkative, Diggory. You must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of talking...

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