The Plays of Richard Brinsley SheridanL. MacVeagh, 1926 - 384ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Fash . Lory , pay the postboy , and take the portmanteau . Lory . Faith , sir , we had better let the postboy take the port- manteau and pay himself . Fash . Why , sure , there's something left in it ! Lory . Not a rag , upon my honour ...
... Fash . Lory , pay the postboy , and take the portmanteau . Lory . Faith , sir , we had better let the postboy take the port- manteau and pay himself . Fash . Why , sure , there's something left in it ! Lory . Not a rag , upon my honour ...
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... Fash . How . so , sir ? Lory . Why , you have nothing left to take care of . Fash . Yes , sirrah , I have myself and you to take care of still . Lory . Sir , if you could prevail with somebody else to do that for you , I fancy we might ...
... Fash . How . so , sir ? Lory . Why , you have nothing left to take care of . Fash . Yes , sirrah , I have myself and you to take care of still . Lory . Sir , if you could prevail with somebody else to do that for you , I fancy we might ...
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... Fash . But is her fortune so considerable ? Town . Three thousand a year , and a good sum of money , inde- pendent of her father , beside . Fash . ' Sdeath ! that my old acquaintance , Dame Coupler , could not have thought of me , as ...
... Fash . But is her fortune so considerable ? Town . Three thousand a year , and a good sum of money , inde- pendent of her father , beside . Fash . ' Sdeath ! that my old acquaintance , Dame Coupler , could not have thought of me , as ...
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... Fash . I must pay my respects to his Lordship - perhaps you can direct me to his lodgings . Town . Come with me , I shall pass by it . Fash . I wish you could pay this visit for me ; or could tell me what I should say to him . Town ...
... Fash . I must pay my respects to his Lordship - perhaps you can direct me to his lodgings . Town . Come with me , I shall pass by it . Fash . I wish you could pay this visit for me ; or could tell me what I should say to him . Town ...
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... Fash . Heyday ! what the devil have we here ? -Sure my gentleman's grown a favourite at court , he has got so many people at his levée . Lory . Sir , these people come in order to make him a favourite at court - they are to establish ...
... Fash . Heyday ! what the devil have we here ? -Sure my gentleman's grown a favourite at court , he has got so many people at his levée . Lory . Sir , these people come in order to make him a favourite at court - they are to establish ...
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348 ÆäÀÌÁö - They, by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended rule : we, for our country, our altars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate : we serve a monarch whom we love — a God whom we adore.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - I will own the colour true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure ? I must press it, to be sure ; Nor can I be certain then, Till it grateful press again. Must I with attentive eye Watch her heaving bosom sigh ? I will do so — when I see That heaving bosom sigh for me.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! it gives me the hydrostatics to such a degree. — I thought she had persisted from corresponding with him; but, behold, this very day, I have interceded another letter from the fellow ; I believe I have it in my pocket.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... tis safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. I am sure I hated your poor dear uncle before marriage as if he'd been a blackamoor — and yet, miss, you are sensible what a wife I made!— and when it pleased Heaven to release me from him, 'tis unknown what tears I shed! But suppose we were going to give you another choice, will you promise us to give up this Beverley?
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - In my way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid coming forth from a circulating library! — She had a book in each hand — they were half-bound volumes, with marble covers! — From that moment I guessed how full of duty I should see her mistress!
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning; I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman; for instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning — neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jack; I have heard you for some time with patience — I have been cool — quite cool; but take care — you know I am compliance itself — when I am not thwarted; — no one more easily led — when I have my own way; — but don't put me in a frenzy.
48 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...
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - Very well, madam! very well! A separate maintenance as soon as you please. — Yes, madam, or a divorce! I'll make an example of myself for the benefit of all old bachelors.
35 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 " into " The Whole Duty of Man" — thrust "Lord Aimworth" under the sofa — cram "Ovid" behind the bolster — there — put "The Man of Feeling" into your pocket — so, so — now lay "Mrs.