The Plays of Richard Brinsley SheridanMacmillan and Company, limited, 1908 - 455ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... child to close the shouts of a multitude . The conduct , however , of the principals in a theatre cannot be so apparent to the public . I think it , therefore , but justice to declare , that from this theatre ( the only one I can speak ...
... child to close the shouts of a multitude . The conduct , however , of the principals in a theatre cannot be so apparent to the public . I think it , therefore , but justice to declare , that from this theatre ( the only one I can speak ...
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... child of poverty , and heir to toil , Early from radiant Love's impartial light Steals one small spark to cheer his world of night : Dear spark ! that oft through winter's chilling woes Is all the warmth his little cottage knows ! The ...
... child of poverty , and heir to toil , Early from radiant Love's impartial light Steals one small spark to cheer his world of night : Dear spark ! that oft through winter's chilling woes Is all the warmth his little cottage knows ! The ...
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... ho ! -Yes , I always know when Lady Slattern has been before me . She has a most observing thumb ; and , I believe , cherishes her nails for the con- venience of making marginal notes . - Well , child 16 ACT I SHERIDAN'S PLAYS.
... ho ! -Yes , I always know when Lady Slattern has been before me . She has a most observing thumb ; and , I believe , cherishes her nails for the con- venience of making marginal notes . - Well , child 16 ACT I SHERIDAN'S PLAYS.
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Richard Brinsley Sheridan. venience of making marginal notes . - Well , child , what have you brought me ? Lucy . Oh ! here , ma'am . [ Taking books from under her cloak , and from her pockets . ] This is The Gordian Knot , ' - and this ...
Richard Brinsley Sheridan. venience of making marginal notes . - Well , child , what have you brought me ? Lucy . Oh ! here , ma'am . [ Taking books from under her cloak , and from her pockets . ] This is The Gordian Knot , ' - and this ...
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... child I never could fancy ' em ! -I suppose there a'n't been so merciless a beast in the world as your loaded pistol ! Acres . Z - ds ! I won't be afraid . - Odds fire and fury ! you sha'n't make me afraid.- -Here is the challenge , and ...
... child I never could fancy ' em ! -I suppose there a'n't been so merciless a beast in the world as your loaded pistol ! Acres . Z - ds ! I won't be afraid . - Odds fire and fury ! you sha'n't make me afraid.- -Here is the challenge , and ...
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23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, sir, she should have a supercilious 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 mis-spell and mis-pronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying.
46 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!
214 ÆäÀÌÁö - No, no, madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such unmeaning luxury. 'Slife ! to spend as much to furnish your dressing-room with flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon into a greenhouse, and give a fete champetre at Christmas.
64 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, i' the name of mischief, let him be the messenger. For my part, I wouldn't lend a hand to it for the best horse in your stable. By the mass ! it don't look like another letter ! It is, as I may say, a designing and malicious-looking letter ; and I warrant smells of gunpowder like a soldier's pouch ! Oons ! I wouldn't swear it mayn't go off ! Acres. Out, you poltroon ! you han't the valour of a grasshopper. Dav. Well, I say no more — 'twill be sad news, to be sure, at Clod Hall ! but I ha
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - Upon my soul, sir, I do not ;• I think it is as honest a looking face as any in the room, dead or alive. But I suppose uncle Oliver goes with the rest of the lumber ? CHAS.
52 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!
222 ÆäÀÌÁö - I would have law merchant for them too; and in all cases of slander currency, whenever the drawer of the lie was not to be found, the injured parties should have a right to come on any of the indorsers.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, I'll not debate how far scandal may be allowable ; but in a man, I am sure, it is always contemptible. We have pride, envy...
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, and when my cousin Sophy -has called you a stiff, peevish old bachelor, and laughed at me for thinking of marrying one who might be my father, I have always defended you, and said I didn't think you so ugly, by any means. Sir P. Thank you. Lady T. And I dared say you'd make a very good sort of a husband.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... glass, Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize ; Now to the maid who has none, sir : Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes; And here's to the nymph with but one, sir.