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... dear to me - um - um - um - satisfaction . ' Tis very well , sir , I do accept it , but he must wait an answer this thirteen weeks . Gent . Why , sir , he would be glad to wipe off this stain as quick as he could . Bes . Sir , upon my ...
... dear to me - um - um - um - satisfaction . ' Tis very well , sir , I do accept it , but he must wait an answer this thirteen weeks . Gent . Why , sir , he would be glad to wipe off this stain as quick as he could . Bes . Sir , upon my ...
Page 61
... in writing of challenges , for they are all of a cut , and six of ' em in a hand ; and they all end ' My reputation is dear to me and I must require satisfaction .'- Who's there ? more paper , I A KING AND NO KING 61.
... in writing of challenges , for they are all of a cut , and six of ' em in a hand ; and they all end ' My reputation is dear to me and I must require satisfaction .'- Who's there ? more paper , I A KING AND NO KING 61.
Page 64
... Gives him back the knife . Cherish yourself with it , and eat hard , good captain : we cannot tell whether we have any more such . Adieu , dear captain . Exit . WYCHERLEY BORN 1640 . DIED 1715 . F WYCHERLEY has 64 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
... Gives him back the knife . Cherish yourself with it , and eat hard , good captain : we cannot tell whether we have any more such . Adieu , dear captain . Exit . WYCHERLEY BORN 1640 . DIED 1715 . F WYCHERLEY has 64 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
Page 73
... dear madam . Olivia . You have a way with you so new and obliging , sir ! Eliza . Apart to OLIVIA . You hate flattery , cousin ! Novel . Nay , faith , madam , d ' ye think my way new ? Then you are obliging , madam . I must confess , I ...
... dear madam . Olivia . You have a way with you so new and obliging , sir ! Eliza . Apart to OLIVIA . You hate flattery , cousin ! Novel . Nay , faith , madam , d ' ye think my way new ? Then you are obliging , madam . I must confess , I ...
Page 77
... dear lord , your most humble servant . Rises and salutes PLAUSIBLE and kisses him . Eliza . Aside . So , I find kissing and railing succeed each other with the angry men as well as with the angry women ; and their quarrels are like love ...
... dear lord , your most humble servant . Rises and salutes PLAUSIBLE and kisses him . Eliza . Aside . So , I find kissing and railing succeed each other with the angry men as well as with the angry women ; and their quarrels are like love ...
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Page 238 - 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?
Page 238 - We have not seen the gentleman; but he has the family you mention. TONY. The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole; the son, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that everybody is fond of.
Page 7 - A goodly portly man, i' faith and a corpulent; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r Lady, inclining to threescore; and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff. If that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then, peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that Falstaff.
Page 242 - You must be all attention to the guests. You must hear us talk, and not think of talking; you must see us drink, and not think of drinking; you must see us eat, and not think of eating.
Page 21 - This night I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold : And early in the morning will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Page 3 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest, I am as valiant as Hercules: but beware instinct; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee, during my life; I, for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 236 - LANDLORD). Gentlemen, as they mayn't be good enough company for you, step down for a moment, and I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. [Exeunt Mob. Tony (alone). Father-in-law has been calling me whelp and hound this half-year.
Page 249 - 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.
Page 267 - Then he'll have the worst of it. What ! you wouldn't train a horse for the course by keeping him from corn ? For my part, egad, I am never so successful as when I am a little merry : let me throw on a bottle of champagne, and I never lose — at least I never feel my losses, which is exactly the same thing.
Page 15 - This is my friend, Abel, an honest fellow ; He lets me have good tobacco, and he does not Sophisticate it with sack-lees or oil, Nor washes it in muscadel and grains, Nor buries it in gravel, under ground, Wrapp'd up in greasy leather...