Types of English Drama, 1660-1780David Harrison Stevens Ginn, 1923 - 920ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... MARWOOD . I think she does not hate him to that degree she would be 114 MRS . FAINALL . The only man that would tell me so , at least , and the only man from whom I could hear it without mortification . FAINALL . Oh , my dear , I am ...
... MARWOOD . I think she does not hate him to that degree she would be 114 MRS . FAINALL . The only man that would tell me so , at least , and the only man from whom I could hear it without mortification . FAINALL . Oh , my dear , I am ...
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... MARWOOD . More tender , more sin- cere , and more enduring than all the vain and empty vows of men , whether professing love to us or mutual faith to one another . FAINALL . Ha ! ha ! ha ! You are my wife's friend , too . 218 MRS . MARWOOD ...
... MARWOOD . More tender , more sin- cere , and more enduring than all the vain and empty vows of men , whether professing love to us or mutual faith to one another . FAINALL . Ha ! ha ! ha ! You are my wife's friend , too . 218 MRS . MARWOOD ...
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David Harrison Stevens. MRS . MARWOOD . But not to loathe , de- test , abhor mankind , myself , and the whole treacherous world . 308 FAINALL . Nay , this is extravagance ! - Come , I ask your pardon - no tears - I was to blame ; I could ...
David Harrison Stevens. MRS . MARWOOD . But not to loathe , de- test , abhor mankind , myself , and the whole treacherous world . 308 FAINALL . Nay , this is extravagance ! - Come , I ask your pardon - no tears - I was to blame ; I could ...
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... Marwood that went by in a mask ! If she has seen me with you , I'm sure she'll tell my lady . I'll make haste home and prevent her . Your servant , sir . B'w'y , Waitwell . [ Exit FOIBLE ] WAITWELL . Sir Rowland , if you please.- The ...
... Marwood that went by in a mask ! If she has seen me with you , I'm sure she'll tell my lady . I'll make haste home and prevent her . Your servant , sir . B'w'y , Waitwell . [ Exit FOIBLE ] WAITWELL . Sir Rowland , if you please.- The ...
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... Marwood . LADY WISHFORT . Oh , Marwood ; let her come in . - Come in , good Marwood . Enter MRS . MARWOOD MRS . MARWOOD . I'm surprised to find your ladyship in dishabille at this time of day . 54 LADY WISHFORT . Foible's a lost thing ...
... Marwood . LADY WISHFORT . Oh , Marwood ; let her come in . - Come in , good Marwood . Enter MRS . MARWOOD MRS . MARWOOD . I'm surprised to find your ladyship in dishabille at this time of day . 54 LADY WISHFORT . Foible's a lost thing ...
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701 ÆäÀÌÁö - So then, like an experienced general, you attack them on every quarter. If you find their reason manageable, you attack it with your philosophy ; if you find they have no reason, you attack them with this.
824 ÆäÀÌÁö - I assure you, Sir 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...
704 ÆäÀÌÁö - Perhaps so, madam. But I love to converse only with the more grave and sensible part of the sex. But I'm afraid I grow tiresome. Miss...
189 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
426 ÆäÀÌÁö - Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chase, Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst, Toils all the day, and at th' approach of night On the first friendly bank he throws him down, Or rests his head upon a rock till morn : Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
774 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then let us study to preserve it so : and while Hope pictures to us a flattering scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those colours which are too bright to be lasting. — When hearts deserving happiness would unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them with an unfading garland of modest hurtless flowers ; but ill-judging Passion will force the gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends them when its leaves are dropped ! [Exeunt omnes.
692 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home. In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us ; but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down, not only as inside passengers, but in the very basket.
743 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. Abs. Sir, you are very good. Sir Anth. And it is my wish, while yet I live, to have my boy make some figure in the world.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - A sterile fortune, and a barren bed, Attend you both; continual discord make Your days and nights bitter and grievous: still May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress, and grind you; till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently: the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune than I'd make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation.