Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 28±Çand under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... : since ( 6 " If happiness in self - content is plac'd , " The wise are wretched , and fools only bless'd . [ Exit . " " I ACT IV . SCENE I. " Enter MELLEFONT Giij Act III . 69 THE DOUBLE DEALER . Lady F. O, la! I swear it's but ...
... : since ( 6 " If happiness in self - content is plac'd , " The wise are wretched , and fools only bless'd . [ Exit . " " I ACT IV . SCENE I. " Enter MELLEFONT Giij Act III . 69 THE DOUBLE DEALER . Lady F. O, la! I swear it's but ...
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... wretched life , and breathe my soul beneath your feet I must say the same thing over again , and cannot help it . [ Aside . Lady P. I swear I am ready to languish too - O my honour ! Whither is it going ? I protest you have given me the ...
... wretched life , and breathe my soul beneath your feet I must say the same thing over again , and cannot help it . [ Aside . Lady P. I swear I am ready to languish too - O my honour ! Whither is it going ? I protest you have given me the ...
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... wretched - 0 , there is a secret burns within this breast , which , should it once blaze forth , would ruin all , consume my.honest character , and brand me with the name of villain . Ld . T. Ha ! Mask . Why do I love ! yet heaven and ...
... wretched - 0 , there is a secret burns within this breast , which , should it once blaze forth , would ruin all , consume my.honest character , and brand me with the name of villain . Ld . T. Ha ! Mask . Why do I love ! yet heaven and ...
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... wretch , how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment ? For he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour . Set . Good words , damsel , or I shall dost thou know my master or me ? But how Lucy . Yes , I know both master and man to be ...
... wretch , how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment ? For he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour . Set . Good words , damsel , or I shall dost thou know my master or me ? But how Lucy . Yes , I know both master and man to be ...
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... wretch swears ! - Out of my house , thou son of the whore of Babylon ; offspring of Bell and the dragon - Bless us ! Ra- vish my wife ! my Dinah ! oh , Schechemite ! Begone , I say . Sir Jos . Why , the devil's in the people , I think ...
... wretch swears ! - Out of my house , thou son of the whore of Babylon ; offspring of Bell and the dragon - Bless us ! Ra- vish my wife ! my Dinah ! oh , Schechemite ! Begone , I say . Sir Jos . Why , the devil's in the people , I think ...
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Abbot agad Araminta arms art thou Bell Bellmour Bless Bluff breast Brisk Careless charms Cliff confess Crete crimes Cynthia dear death devil egad Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fond fool give gods grief guilt hath hear heart Heartwell Heaven Henry Henry's Hippolitus honour hope incest Ismena King kiss Lady F Lady Froth Lady Plyant ladyship Laet laugh letter look lord Lord Harry lov'd Lucy Lycon madam marry Mask Maskwell Mellefont Minos never o'er passion Phad Phaed Ph©¡dra pity pow'rs Pr'ythee Queen rage revenge Rosa Rosamond Sharp Sharper shew sighs Sir Jos Sir Joseph Sir Paul soul speak swear sword tears tell thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast thought TOUCHWOOD Vainlove vengeance villain virtue what's wife WILLIAM CONGREVE wretched youth
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43 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion. 'Tis not your fault; nor, I swear, it is not mine. How can I help it, if I have charms? And how can you help it, if you are made a captive? I swear it is pity it should be a fault. But my honour, — well, but your honour, too — but the sin! — well, but the necessity — O Lord, here's somebody coming, I dare not stay.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though with some short parenthesis between, High on the throne of wit, and seated there. Not mine — that's little — but thy laurel wear. Thy first attempt an early promise made: That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue; But shade those laurels which descend to you: And take for tribute what these lines express; You merit more; nor could my love do less.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, charioteer does better. Into the dairy he descends, And there his whipping and his driving ends; There he's secure from danger of a bilk, His fare is paid him, and he sets in milk. For Susan you know, is Thetis, and so BRISK. Incomparable well and proper, egad — but I have one exception to make — don't you think bilk — (I know it's good rhyme) — but don't you think BILK and FARE too like a hackney coachman?
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, I don't say the sun shines all the day, but that he peeps now and then ; yet he does shine all the day too, you know, though we don't see him.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw her melted into tears and hushed into a sigh. It was long before either of us spoke, passion had tied her tongue, and amazement mine. In short, the consequence was thus: she omitted nothing that the most violent love could urge or tender words express, which when she saw had no effect, but still I pleaded honour and nearness of blood to my uncle, then came the storm...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... her fondness and impatience of his absence by choosing a lover as like him as she can, and what is unlike she may help out with her own fancy.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - So much the sweetness of your manners move, We cannot envy you, because we love. Fabius might joy in Scipio, when he saw A beardless Consul made against the law, And join his suffrage to the votes of Rome, Though he with Hannibal was overcome.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis my honour that is concerned, and the violation was intended to me. Your honour! You have none but what is in my keeping, and I can dispose of it when I please: therefore don't provoke me.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - BARNABY.] and, in the mean time, I will reason with myself Tell me, Isaac, why art thee jealous ? Why art thee distrustful of the wife of thy bosom ? — Because she is young and vigorous, and I am old and impotent — Then why didst thee marry, Isaac ? — Because she. was beautiful and tempting, and because I was obstinate and doting ; so that my inclination was, and is still, greater than my power And will not that which tempted thee also tempt others, who will tempt her, Isaac?