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... Don't you think , madam , some ladies ' no- tions are full as extravagant ? Lady T. Yes , my lord , when the tame doves live cooped within the pen of your precepts , I do think them prodigious indeed ! Lord T. And when they fly wild ...
... Don't you think , madam , some ladies ' no- tions are full as extravagant ? Lady T. Yes , my lord , when the tame doves live cooped within the pen of your precepts , I do think them prodigious indeed ! Lord T. And when they fly wild ...
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... Don't let it be long a coming then , for I am in haste . Lord T. Madam , when I am serious , I expect a se- rious answer . Lady T. Before I know the question ? Lord T. Pshaw ! -Have I power , madam , to make you serious by entreaty ...
... Don't let it be long a coming then , for I am in haste . Lord T. Madam , when I am serious , I expect a se- rious answer . Lady T. Before I know the question ? Lord T. Pshaw ! -Have I power , madam , to make you serious by entreaty ...
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... don't want sense , and yet seem void of all humanity ; for , with a .blush I say it , I think I have not wanted love . Lady T. Oh , don't say that , my lord , if you suppose I have my senses . Lord T. What is it I have done to you ...
... don't want sense , and yet seem void of all humanity ; for , with a .blush I say it , I think I have not wanted love . Lady T. Oh , don't say that , my lord , if you suppose I have my senses . Lord T. What is it I have done to you ...
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... don't receive with any reserve , lest he should imagine I take them to myself . Lord T. You are right , child ; when a man of merit makes his addresses , good sense may give him an an- swer , without scorn or coquetry . Lady G. Hush ...
... don't receive with any reserve , lest he should imagine I take them to myself . Lord T. You are right , child ; when a man of merit makes his addresses , good sense may give him an an- swer , without scorn or coquetry . Lady G. Hush ...
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... don't work - drop her some cool hints of a determined reformation , and leave her- -to breakfast upon them . Lord T. You are perfectly right . How valuable is a friend , in our anxiety ! Manly . Therefore , to divert that , my lord , I ...
... don't work - drop her some cool hints of a determined reformation , and leave her- -to breakfast upon them . Lord T. You are perfectly right . How valuable is a friend , in our anxiety ! Manly . Therefore , to divert that , my lord , I ...
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14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, madam. I will write for the boy directly. He knows not a syllable of this yet, though I have for some time had the proposal in my head. He is at present with his regiment. Mrs.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nay, but, Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing, at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes!
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - She, who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most, when she obeys...
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is but too true, indeed, ma'am ; yet I fear our ladies should share the blame. They think our admiration of beauty so great, that knowledge in them would be superfluous. Thus, like garden trees, they seldom show fruit, till time has robbed them of the more specious blossom. Few, like Mrs. Malaprop and the orange-tree, are rich in both at once ! Mrs.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, come, there must be no passion at all in the case ; these things should always be done civilly. Acres. I must be in a passion, Sir Lucius — I must be in a rage. Dear Sir Lucius, let me be in a rage, if you love me. Come, here's pen and paper. (Sits down to...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well done, Simplicity! — Yet I was forced to make my Hibernian believe that he was corresponding, not with the aunt, but with the niece; for though not over rich, I found he had too much pride and delicacy to sacrifice the feelings of a gentleman to the necessities of his fortune. [Exit.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - So we will, ma'am — so we will! Ha! ha! ha! a conceited puppy, ha! ha! ha! — Well, but Mrs. Malaprop, as the girl seems so infatuated by this fellow, suppose you were to wink at her corresponding with him for a little time — let her even plot an elopement with him — then do you connive at her escape — while I, just in the nick, will have the fellow laid by the heels, and fairly contrive to carry her off in his stead.
83 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then let us study to preserve it so: and while Hope pictures to us a flattering scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those colours which are too bright to be lasting. — When hearts deserving happiness would unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them with an unfading garland of modest hurtless flowers; but illjudging Passion will force the gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends them when its leaves are dropped! [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE BY THE AUTHOR SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY Ladies,...
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, you may think there's no being shot at without a little risk, and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it— I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about family matters.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hang your respect and duty ! But come along with me, I'll write a note to Mrs Malaprop, and you shall visit the lady directly. Her eyes shall be the Promethean torch to you — come along, I'll never forgive you, if you don't come back stark mad with rapture and impatience — if you don't, egad, I will marry the girl myself ! [Exeunt.