The Plays of Richard Brinsley Sheridan

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18 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who can he mean by that? Mrs. Mai. Me, sir! — me! — he means me! — There — what do you think now? — but go on a little further. Abs. Impudent scoundrel! — [Reads.] it shall go hard but I will elude her vigilance, as I am told that the same ridiculous vanity, which makes her dress up her coarse features, and deck her dull chat with hard words which she don't understand Mrs.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hope your prayers may be heard, with all my heart. Well, then, Jack, I have been considering that I am so strong and hearty, I may continue to plague you a long time. Now, Jack, I am sensible that the income of your commission, and what I have hitherto allowed you, is but a small pittance for a lad of your spirit. Capt. A. Sir, you are very good. Sir A. And it is my wish, while yet I live, to have my boy make some figure in the world.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge ! It blossoms through the year ! And depend on it, Mrs. Malaprop, that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.
38 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...
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow: Now to her that's as brown as a berry: Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry.
246 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes, I know she almost lives on acids and small whey ; laces herself by pulleys ; and often in the hottest noon in summer, you may see her on a little squat pony, with her hair plaited up behind like a drummer's, and puffing round the Ring on a full trot.
272 ÆäÀÌÁö - But, sir, when I take a whim in my head, I don't value money. Ill give you as much for that as for all the rest.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - There, sir, an attack upon my language ! what do you think of that ? — an aspersion upon my parts of speech ! was ever such a brute ! Sure, if I reprehend any thing in this world it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs ! Abs.

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