The Critic: Or, a Tragedy Rehearsed : a Dramatic Piece in Two ActsJohn Douglas, 1848 - 41ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Heaven's sake . - My tragedy ! -Egad , Dangle , I take this very ill ; you know how apprehensive I am of being known to be the author . Dan . ' Ifaith , I would not have told ; but it's in the pa- pers , and your name at length in the ...
... Heaven's sake . - My tragedy ! -Egad , Dangle , I take this very ill ; you know how apprehensive I am of being known to be the author . Dan . ' Ifaith , I would not have told ; but it's in the pa- pers , and your name at length in the ...
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... Heaven ! there's witchcraft in't . He could not else ' Have gained their hearts . But see where they approach ; ' Some horrid purpose lowering on their brows ! Sir W. Let us withdraw , and mark them . [ They retire up . Enter the TWO ...
... Heaven ! there's witchcraft in't . He could not else ' Have gained their hearts . But see where they approach ; ' Some horrid purpose lowering on their brows ! Sir W. Let us withdraw , and mark them . [ They retire up . Enter the TWO ...
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... heaven , let not that fell Pescara clasp Those beauties to his bosom , and profane An angel's form in his accursed embrace ! Oh , no ! it will not be for she abhors him ! She shudders when she sees that man of blood , Whom Philip sends ...
... heaven , let not that fell Pescara clasp Those beauties to his bosom , and profane An angel's form in his accursed embrace ! Oh , no ! it will not be for she abhors him ! She shudders when she sees that man of blood , Whom Philip sends ...
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... heaven reward him ! [ Another shout , L. That sound sends life again through every vein , And my heart bounds- [ Voices without , L. ) She is saved ! she is saved ! Alv . O heaven ! Lead me from hence , and let me see my child ...
... heaven reward him ! [ Another shout , L. That sound sends life again through every vein , And my heart bounds- [ Voices without , L. ) She is saved ! she is saved ! Alv . O heaven ! Lead me from hence , and let me see my child ...
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... heaven , let not that fell Pescara clasp Those beauties to his bosom , and profane An angel's form in his accursed embrace ! Oh , no ! it will not be for she abhors him ! She shudders when she sees that man of blood , Whom Philip sends ...
... heaven , let not that fell Pescara clasp Those beauties to his bosom , and profane An angel's form in his accursed embrace ! Oh , no ! it will not be for she abhors him ! She shudders when she sees that man of blood , Whom Philip sends ...
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27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then ecod your worship must not tell the story of Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that — he! he! he! — for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha!
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - We have not seen the gentleman, but he has the family you mention. TONY. The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole — the son, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that everybody is fond of ! MARLOW. Our information differs in this. The daughter is said to be well-bred and beautiful; the son, an awkward booby, reared up and spoiled at his mother's apron-string.
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - You know our agreement, sir. You allow me the morning to receive and pay visits, and to dress in my own manner; and in the evening, I put on my housewife's dress to please you.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Squire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on. For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'm resolved to keep up the delusion. Tell me, Pimple, how do you like my present dress? Don't you think I look something like Cherry in the Beaux
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - My dear papa, why will you mortify one so ? Well, if he refuses, instead of breaking my heart at his indifference, I'll only break my glass for its flattery, set my cap to some newer fashion, and look out for some less difficult admirer.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - I believe they may. They look woundily like Frenchmen. Tony. Then desire them to step this way, and I'll set them right in a twinkling. (Exit LANDLORD.) Gentlemen, as they mayn't be good enough company for you, step down for a moment, and I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - Goodness! what a quantity of superfluous silk hast thou got about thee, girl ! I could never teach the fools of this age, that the indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - LANDLORD: [Apart to Tony] Sure, you ben't sending them to your father's as an inn, be you? TONY: Mum, you fool, you. Let them find that out.