The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and FarquharG. Routledge, 1866 - 668 sivua |
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Sivu 77
... Squeam . We will not stir till we see her . Pinch . [ Aside . ] A pox on you all ! - [ Goes to the door , and returns . ] She has locked the door , and is gone abroad . Lady Fidg . No , you have locked the door , and she's within . Dain ...
... Squeam . We will not stir till we see her . Pinch . [ Aside . ] A pox on you all ! - [ Goes to the door , and returns . ] She has locked the door , and is gone abroad . Lady Fidg . No , you have locked the door , and she's within . Dain ...
Sivu 78
... Squeam . Do not approach us . Dain . You herd with the wits , you are obscenity all over . Mrs. Squeam . And I would as soon look upon a picture of Adam and Eve , without fig - leaves , as any of you , if I could help it ; therefore ...
... Squeam . Do not approach us . Dain . You herd with the wits , you are obscenity all over . Mrs. Squeam . And I would as soon look upon a picture of Adam and Eve , without fig - leaves , as any of you , if I could help it ; therefore ...
Sivu 79
... Squeam . There's a playfellow , indeed ! Sir Jasp . Yes sure . - What , he is good enough to play at cards , blindman's - buff , or the fool with , sometimes ! Mrs. Squeam . Foh ! we'll have no such play- fellows . Dain . No , sir ; you ...
... Squeam . There's a playfellow , indeed ! Sir Jasp . Yes sure . - What , he is good enough to play at cards , blindman's - buff , or the fool with , sometimes ! Mrs. Squeam . Foh ! we'll have no such play- fellows . Dain . No , sir ; you ...
Sivu 91
... Squeam . Sir Jasper , your servant : where is the odious beast ? Sir Jasp . He's within in his chamber , with my wife ; she's playing the wag with him . Mrs. Squeam . Is she so ? and he's a clownish beast , he'll give her no quarter ...
... Squeam . Sir Jasper , your servant : where is the odious beast ? Sir Jasp . He's within in his chamber , with my wife ; she's playing the wag with him . Mrs. Squeam . Is she so ? and he's a clownish beast , he'll give her no quarter ...
Sivu 92
... Squeam . Oh grandmother , let's be gone ; make haste , make haste , I know not how he may censure us . myself sufficiently an obliging kind friend and hus- band ; am I not so , to bring a letter from my wife to her gallant ? Horn . Ay ...
... Squeam . Oh grandmother , let's be gone ; make haste , make haste , I know not how he may censure us . myself sufficiently an obliging kind friend and hus- band ; am I not so , to bring a letter from my wife to her gallant ? Horn . Ay ...
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Alith Aman better BLACKACRE Brisk Caut Chri confess Congreve COUNTRY WIFE cousin cuckold d'ye damned dancing-master Dapperwit daughter dear dost Eliza Exeunt Exit Fain faith father Flip fool Fore gentleman give Gripe hast hate hear heart Heaven honour hope Horn Horner husband impudence Joyn Joyner kiss Lady Fidg Lady Froth Lady Touch Lady Wish look Lord Fop lover Lucy madam marriage marry Mask Millamant Mirabell mistress Mons never night Oliv on't Pinch PINCHWIFE Plain Dealer Plaus play poet poor pray prithee Prue rogue SCENE Semele servant Silv Sir Jasp Sir Paul Sir Samp Sir Sim Spark speak Squeam stay sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thought town twas twill warrant widow wife woman women young Zara
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Sivu 241 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Sivu 277 - I'm married; positively I won't be called names. Mirabell Names! Millamant Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar...
Sivu 146 - 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 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.
Sivu 146 - em not mistake my patron's part, Nor call his charity their own desert. 50 Yet this I prophesy ; thou shalt be seen, (Though with some short parenthesis between), High on the throne of wit ; and, seated there, Not mine, that's little, but thy laurel wear. 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...
Sivu 146 - Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please ; Yet, doubling Fletcher's force, he wants his ease. In differing talents both adorn'd their age ; One for the study, t'other for the stage.
Sivu liv - Dear Bob, — I have not anything to leave thee, to perpetuate my memory, but two helpless girls ; look upon them, sometimes ; and think of him that was, to the last moment of his life, thine, — GEORGE FARQUHAR.
Sivu 278 - ... tea-table talk— such as mending of fashions, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, and so forth— but that on no account you encroach upon the men's prerogative, and presume to drink healths, or toast fellows...
Sivu lxvii - When we are among them, we are amongst a chaotic people. We are not to judge them by our usages. No reverend institutions are insulted by their proceedings, for they have none among them. No peace of families is violated, for no family ties exist among them. No purity of the marriage bed is stained, for none is supposed to have a being.
Sivu 227 - Husbands and wives will drive distinct trades, and care and pleasure separately occupy the family. Coffee-houses will be full of smoke and stratagem. And the cropt prentice, that sweeps his master's shop in the morning, may, ten to one, dirty his sheets before night. But there are two things that you. will see very strange; which are wanton wives with their legs at liberty, and tame cuckolds with chains about their necks.
Sivu 268 - Ay, ay, suffer your Cruelty to ruin the object of your Power, to destroy your Lover — And then how vain, how lost a Thing you'll be? Nay, 'tis true: You are no longer handsome when you've lost your Lover; your Beauty dies upon the Instant: For Beauty is the Lover's Gift; 'tis he bestows your Charms Your Glass is all a Cheat.