Plays: Goethe, J. W. von Faust. Sheridan, R. B. The rivals. Schiller, F. von Mary Stuart. Ibsen, H. A doll's house. Sardou, V. Les pattes de mouche

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Colonial Press, 1900

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180 ÆäÀÌÁö - What the devil good can passion do? Passion is of no service, you impudent, insolent, overbearing reprobate ! There you sneer again ! don't provoke me! but you rely upon the mildness of my temper — you do, you dog! you play upon the meekness of my disposition ! Yet take care, the...
232 ÆäÀÌÁö - Observe me, Mr. Acres— I must not be trifled with. You have certainly challenged somebody, and you came here to fight him. Now, if that gentleman is willing to represent him, I can't see, for my soul, why it isn't just the same thing. ACRES.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pray, sir, be easy ; the quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands ; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. However, your memory is very short, or you could not have forgot an affront you passed on me within this week. — So, no more, but name your time and place.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm not at all prejudiced against her on that account. Mrs. Mai. You are very good and very considerate, captain. I am sure I have done everything in my power since I exploded the affair; long ago I laid my positive conjunctions on her, never to think on the fellow again; — I have since laid sir Anthony's preposition before her; but, I am sorry to say, she seems resolved to decline every particle that I enjoin her.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Capt. A. What, Sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness ; to Sir A. Zounds ! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew — She shall be all this, sirrah ! yet I'll make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night, to write...
177 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. Abs. Pardon me, sir, I never saw you look more strong and hearty; and I pray frequently that you may continue so.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, thou perverse one ! — tell me what you can object to him ? Isn't he a handsome man ? — tell me that. A genteel man ? a pretty figure of a man ? Lyd.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Quid sum, miser ! tune dicturus ? Quern patronum rogaturus ? Cum vix Justus sit securus.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - Objection!— let him object if he dare! — No, no, Mrs. Malaprop, Jack knows that the least demur puts me in a frenzy directly. My process was always very simple — in their younger days, 'twas "Jack, do this;" — if he demurred, I knocked him down — and if he grumbled at that, I always sent him out of the room. Mrs. Mal. Ay, and the properest way, o
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet - throw Roderick Random into the closet - put The Innocent Adultery...

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