The Comedies of William Congreve, Nide 1Methuen, 1895 |
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Sivu 22
... SIR JO . Poor gentleman ! By the Lord Harry I'll stay no longer , for I have found too- SHARP . Ha ! who's that has found ? What have you found ? Restore it quickly , or by SIR JO . Not I , sir , not I ; as I've a soul to be saved , I ...
... SIR JO . Poor gentleman ! By the Lord Harry I'll stay no longer , for I have found too- SHARP . Ha ! who's that has found ? What have you found ? Restore it quickly , or by SIR JO . Not I , sir , not I ; as I've a soul to be saved , I ...
Sivu 26
... SIR JO . Ah , well said , my Hero ; was not that great , sir ? by the Lord Harry he says true ; fighting is meat , drink , and cloth to him . But , Back , this gentleman is one of the best friends I have in the world , and saved my life ...
... SIR JO . Ah , well said , my Hero ; was not that great , sir ? by the Lord Harry he says true ; fighting is meat , drink , and cloth to him . But , Back , this gentleman is one of the best friends I have in the world , and saved my life ...
Sivu 27
... SIR JO . Yet , by the Lord Harry , ' tis true , Mr. Sharper , for I went every day to coffee - houses to read the gazette myself . BLUFF . Ay , ay , no matter . You see , Mr. Sharper , after all I am content to retire ; live a private ...
... SIR JO . Yet , by the Lord Harry , ' tis true , Mr. Sharper , for I went every day to coffee - houses to read the gazette myself . BLUFF . Ay , ay , no matter . You see , Mr. Sharper , after all I am content to retire ; live a private ...
Sivu 28
... SIR JO . Nay , now I must speak ; it will split a hair , by the Lord Harry , I have seen it . BLUFF . Zounds , sir , it's a lie ; you have not seen it , nor sha'n't see it ; sir , I say you can't see ; what d'ye say to that now ? SIR JO ...
... SIR JO . Nay , now I must speak ; it will split a hair , by the Lord Harry , I have seen it . BLUFF . Zounds , sir , it's a lie ; you have not seen it , nor sha'n't see it ; sir , I say you can't see ; what d'ye say to that now ? SIR JO ...
Sivu 43
... SIR JO . You may stay until the day of judgment , then , by the Lord Harry . I know better things than to be run through the guts for a hundred pounds . Why , I gave that hundred pound for being saved , and de'e think , an there were no ...
... SIR JO . You may stay until the day of judgment , then , by the Lord Harry . I know better things than to be run through the guts for a hundred pounds . Why , I gave that hundred pound for being saved , and de'e think , an there were no ...
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agad ARAM Araminta believe BELIN BELINDA BELL BELLMOUR Bless BLUFF BRISK Careless Cocky Colley Cibber comedy comedy of manners confess Congreve Congreve's cousin creature CYNT Cynthia d'ye damned dear deuce take devil face faith favour FOND Fondlewife fool fortune Gads-bud give hear HEART Heartwell heaven honour hope humour husband i'gad Jeremy Collier kiss LADY FROTH LADY PLYANT LADY TOUCH LADY TOUCHWOOD ladyship LÆT laugh let me perish look LORD FROTH Lord Harry LORD TOUCH LORD TOUCHWOOD lordship lover LUCY madam marry MASK Maskwell Mellefont mistress never Nykin Old Bachelor pardon passion play pleasure poor Pray Prithee rogue satiric SAYGRACE SCENE VIII SETTER SHARP Sharper SILV SIR JO SIR PAUL soul speak stay sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought Vainlove villain wife WILLIAM CONGREVE woman
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Sivu 90 - What rugged ways attend the noon of life! Our sun declines, and with what anxious strife, What pain, we tug that galling load — a wife.
Sivu xxvii - Beauty the lover's gift ! — Lord, what is a lover, that it can give ? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases ; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.
Sivu xxiv - Hymen shall put his torch into a dark lanthorn, that it may be secret; and Juno shall give her peacock poppy-water, that he may fold his ogling tail, and Argus's hundred eyes be shut, ha! Nobody shall know but Jeremy.
Sivu 101 - And just abandoning th' ungrateful stage: Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, I live a rent-charge on his providence: But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not...
Sivu 99 - Our builders were with want of genius curst; The second temple was not like the first : Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, 15 Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Sivu 100 - Thy first attempt an early promise made; That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and never can be taught. This is your portion, this your native store, Heav'n, that but once was prodigal before, To Shakespeare gave as much; she could not give him more. Maintain your post: that's all the fame you need; For 'tis impossible you should proceed....
Sivu 99 - 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, Conqu'ring with force of arms and dint of wit. Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles returned, our empire stood. Like Janus...
Sivu 126 - Hear you? No, no; I'll deny you first, and hear you afterwards. For one does not know how one's mind may change upon hearing — hearing is one of the senses, and all the senses are fallible. I won't trust my honour, I assure you; my honour is infallible and uncomatable.
Sivu 126 - I swear I'll deny it — therefore don't ask me; nay, you shan't ask me, I swear I'll deny it. O Gemini, you have brought all the blood into my face; I warrant I am as red as a turkey-cock. O fie, cousin Mellefont!
Sivu 101 - Providence : But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains, and oh ! defend Against your Judgment your departed Friend ! Let not the insulting Foe my Fame pursue ; But shade those Laurels which descend to You : And take for Tribute what these Lines express ; You merit more, nor could my Love do less.