The Earl of Warwick: A Tragedy in Five ActsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 - 58ÆäÀÌÁö |
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19 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... knowledge in accounts; and as she grew up, I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries; — but above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell and mispronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying.
33 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.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries ; but above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell, and mis-pronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying. This, Sir Anthony, is what I would have a woman know; and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it.
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - But I say it is, miss; there is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor dear uncle as if he had never existed — and I thought it my duty so to do; and let me tell you, Lydia, these violent memories don't become a young woman. Sir Anth.
84 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot— a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me!
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Abs. What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness! to Sir Anth. 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 will make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night to write...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis all I desire. Not that I think a woman the worse for being handsome; but, Sir, if you please to recollect, you before hinted something about a hump or two, one eye, and a few more graces of that kind. Now, without being very nice, I own I should rather choose a wife of mine to have the usual number of limbs, and a limited quantity of back: and though one eye may be very agreeable, yet as the prejudice has always run in favour of two, I would not wish to affect a singularity in that article.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 patience of a saint may be overcome at last ! — but mark!
16 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 Aim-worth under the sofa — cram Ovid behind the bolster — there — put The Man of Feeling into your pocket — so, so — now lay Mrs Chapone in sight, and leave Fordyce's Sermons open on the table.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Lud ! now, Mr. Fag, you flurry one so. Fag. Come, come, Lucy, here's no one by — so a little less simplicity, with a grain or two more sincerity, if you please. — You play false with us, madam. — I saw you give the baronet a letter. — My master shall know this — and if he don't call him out, I will. Lucy. Ha ! ha ! ha ! you gentlemen's gentlemen are so hasty. That letter was from Mrs. Malaprop, simpleton. — She is taken with Sir Lucius 's address.