Representative English Dramas from Dryden to SheridanOxford University Press, American Branch, 1914 - 459ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Sir , the coach stays . Pet . Well , well ; -I come .- ' Sbud , a man had as good be a professed midwife as a professed whoremaster , at this rate ! to be knocked up and raised at all hours , and in all places ! Pox on ' em , I won't ...
... Sir , the coach stays . Pet . Well , well ; -I come .- ' Sbud , a man had as good be a professed midwife as a professed whoremaster , at this rate ! to be knocked up and raised at all hours , and in all places ! Pox on ' em , I won't ...
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... Pet . All's one for that ; why , then , say I know something . Mir . Come , thou art an honest fellow , Petulant ... Sir Wilfull's arrival . Wit . No , no ; he comes to his aunt's , my lady Wishfort . Pox on him ! I shall be troubled with him ...
... Pet . All's one for that ; why , then , say I know something . Mir . Come , thou art an honest fellow , Petulant ... Sir Wilfull's arrival . Wit . No , no ; he comes to his aunt's , my lady Wishfort . Pox on him ! I shall be troubled with him ...
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... SIR WILFULL WITWOUD in a riding dress , followed by Footman . Wit . In the name of Bartlemew and his fair , what ... Pet . And you , sir . Sir Wil . No offence , I hope . [ Salutes MRS . MARWOOD . Mrs. Mar. No , sure , sir . Wit . This ...
... SIR WILFULL WITWOUD in a riding dress , followed by Footman . Wit . In the name of Bartlemew and his fair , what ... Pet . And you , sir . Sir Wil . No offence , I hope . [ Salutes MRS . MARWOOD . Mrs. Mar. No , sure , sir . Wit . This ...
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... Sir Wil . There is ? ' Tis like there may . Mrs. Mar. No doubt you will ... Pet . S'life , Witwoud , were you ever an attorney's clerk ? of the family ... Sir Wil . S'heart , and better than to be bound to a maker of fops ; where , I ...
... Sir Wil . There is ? ' Tis like there may . Mrs. Mar. No doubt you will ... Pet . S'life , Witwoud , were you ever an attorney's clerk ? of the family ... Sir Wil . S'heart , and better than to be bound to a maker of fops ; where , I ...
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... Sir Wilfull's drunk , and so noisy that my mother has been forced to leave ... Pet . Look you , Mrs. Millamant - if you can love me , dear nymph - say it ... Pet . Witwoud - you are an annihilator of sense . Wit . Thou art a retailer of ...
... Sir Wilfull's drunk , and so noisy that my mother has been forced to leave ... Pet . Look you , Mrs. Millamant - if you can love me , dear nymph - say it ... Pet . Witwoud - you are an annihilator of sense . Wit . Thou art a retailer of ...
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223 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir, you have a right to command here. Here, Roger, bring us the bill of fare for to-night's supper. I believe it's drawn out. Your manner, Mr. Hastings, puts me in mind of my uncle, Colonel Wallop. It was a saying of his, that no man was sure of his supper till he had eaten it.
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - That's not necessary towards directing us where we are to go. TONY. No offence; but question for question is all fair, you know. Pray, gentlemen, is not this same Hardcastle a cross-grained, old-fashioned, whimsical fellow with an ugly face, a daughter, and a pretty son?
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then you were to keep straight forward, till you came to four roads. MARLOW. Come to where four roads meet? TONY. Ay; but you must be sure to take only one of them MARLOW. O, sir, you're facetious. TONY. Then, keeping to the right, you are to go sideways till you come upon Crack-skull Common; there you must look sharp for the track of the wheel, and go forward till you come to Farmer Murrain's barn. Coming to the farmer's barn, you are to turn to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right...
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beauty the lover's gift! Lord, what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
401 ÆäÀÌÁö - That's very true indeed, Sir Peter; and, after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow.
363 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. Mai. Ay, and the properest way, o
408 ÆäÀÌÁö - Peter, good nature becomes you — you look now as you did before we were married, when you used to walk with me under the elms, and tell me stories of what a gallant you were in your youth, and chuck me under the chin, you would...