The Double Dealer: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 120 sivua |
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Sivu 18
... thought your fear of her had been over.- Is not to - morrow appointed for your marriage with Cynthia , and her father Sir Paul Plyant come to settle the writings this day , on purpose ? Mel . True ; but you shall judge whether I have ...
... thought your fear of her had been over.- Is not to - morrow appointed for your marriage with Cynthia , and her father Sir Paul Plyant come to settle the writings this day , on purpose ? Mel . True ; but you shall judge whether I have ...
Sivu 24
... thought you would not be long before you found out the wit . Care . Wit ! in what ? Where the devil's the wit in not laughing when a man has a mind tot ? Brisk . O lord , why , can't you find it out ? —Why , there ' tis in the not ...
... thought you would not be long before you found out the wit . Care . Wit ! in what ? Where the devil's the wit in not laughing when a man has a mind tot ? Brisk . O lord , why , can't you find it out ? —Why , there ' tis in the not ...
Sivu 28
... thought you in my power.- Your nephew's scorn of you added to my hopes ; I watched the occasion , and took you just repulsed by him , warm at once with love and indignation ; your disposition , my arguments , and happy opportunity ...
... thought you in my power.- Your nephew's scorn of you added to my hopes ; I watched the occasion , and took you just repulsed by him , warm at once with love and indignation ; your disposition , my arguments , and happy opportunity ...
Sivu 31
... thought you might have es -Butian the more amar to find you a woman of letters , a not write . Bless me ! how can Mellefont believe you Cyn . Why , faith , madam , he that won't tak word , shall never have it under my hand . him ? Lady ...
... thought you might have es -Butian the more amar to find you a woman of letters , a not write . Bless me ! how can Mellefont believe you Cyn . Why , faith , madam , he that won't tak word , shall never have it under my hand . him ? Lady ...
Sivu 43
... thoughts of the marriage ; for though I know you don't love Cynthia , only as a blind for your passion to me , yet it will make me jealous - O lord , what did I say ? - -Jealous ! -no , no , I can't be jealous , for I must not love you ...
... thoughts of the marriage ; for though I know you don't love Cynthia , only as a blind for your passion to me , yet it will make me jealous - O lord , what did I say ? - -Jealous ! -no , no , I can't be jealous , for I must not love you ...
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Abbot agad Araminta arms Bell Bellmour Bless blót Bluff breast Brisk Careless charms confess Crete crimes cruel Cynthia dear death devil egad Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fond fool fury Gads-bud give godlike gods grief guilt hath hear heart Heartwell Heaven Henry's Hippolitus honour hope incest Ismena King Lady F Lady Froth ladyship Laet laugh letter look lord Lord Harry lov'd Lucy Lycon madam marriage marry Mask Maskwell Mellefont Minos never o'er passion Phad Phaed Phædra pity pow'rs Pr'ythee Procrustes Queen rage Rosa Rosamond Sharp Sharper shew sighs Sir Jos Sir Joseph Sir Paul sorrows soul speak stay swear sword tears tell thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast thought TOUCHWOOD Vainlove vengeance vex'd villain virtue what's wife woman wretched youth
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Sivu 11 - WELL then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Sivu 11 - But what we gain'd in skill, we lost in strength. Our builders were with want of genius cursed; The second temple was not like the first: Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Sivu 2 - O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy — you said that once before — if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety; don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames. I'll not hear a sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn' — or an 'I beseech you, madam.
Sivu 55 - Then she's always ready to laugh when Sneer offers to speak, and sits in expectation of his no jest, with her gums bare, and her mouth open — Brisk. Like an oyster at low ebb, egad — Ha ! ha ! ha ! Cyn. [Aside.] Well, I find there are no fools so inconsiderable in themselves, but they can render other people contemptible by exposing their infirmities.
Sivu 69 - Ay, but by your own virtue and continency that matter of fact is all his own doing. I confess I had a great desire to have some honours conferred upon me, which lie all in your ladyship's breast, and he being a well-spoken man, I desired him to intercede for me.
Sivu 53 - No ; for the sun it won't, but it will do for the coachman ; for you know there's most occasion for a coach in wet weather. Brisk. Right, right ; that saves all. Lady F.
Sivu 82 - I'll bear the railings of a losing gamester. — But should he find me out before! 'tis dangerous to delay. — Let me think — should my lord proceed to treat openly of my marriage with Cynthia, all must be discovered, and Mellefont can be no longer blinded.
Sivu 36 - No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls: fortune indeed makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two farthest, are together, but the game depends entirely upon judgment. CYNT. Still it is a game, and consequently one of us must be a loser.
Sivu 43 - Well, you must know, then, that all my contrivances were but bubbles ; till at last I pretended to have been long secretly in love with Cynthia ; that did my business ; that convinced your aunt I might be trusted, since it was as much my interest as hers to break the match : then, she thought my jealousy might qualify me to assist her in her revenge; and, in short, in that belief, told me the secrets of her heart. At length we made this agreement, if I accomplish her designs (as I told you before)...
Sivu 128 - Undoubtedly he did, sir. Faith, Hannibal was a very pretty fellow. But, Sir Joseph, comparisons are odious. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days, it must be granted. But alas! sir, were he alive now, he would be nothing, nothing in the earth.