Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volume 1A. Millar, 1798 |
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Page 81
... a constable at hand to take us both up ; we shall certainly do one another a prejudice . Tag . No , you won't indeed , Sir ; pray bear up to him ; if you wou'd but draw your sword , and be D.4 if MISS IN HER TEENS .. & r.
... a constable at hand to take us both up ; we shall certainly do one another a prejudice . Tag . No , you won't indeed , Sir ; pray bear up to him ; if you wou'd but draw your sword , and be D.4 if MISS IN HER TEENS .. & r.
Page 82
... wou'd but draw your sword , and be in a passion , he would run away directly . Frib . Will he ( Draws his sword . ) Then I can no lon- ger contain myself . - Hell and the furies ! Come on , thou savage brute . Tag . Go , on Sir . Here ...
... wou'd but draw your sword , and be in a passion , he would run away directly . Frib . Will he ( Draws his sword . ) Then I can no lon- ger contain myself . - Hell and the furies ! Come on , thou savage brute . Tag . Go , on Sir . Here ...
Page 85
... wou'd take me ? Eh ? Tag . Yes , Sir , as the only way to have both ; for if she marries you , the other will follow of course . Sir Sim . Do you hear , Jasper ? Bid . ' Tis very true , Sir Simon ; from knowing no bet- ter , I have set ...
... wou'd take me ? Eh ? Tag . Yes , Sir , as the only way to have both ; for if she marries you , the other will follow of course . Sir Sim . Do you hear , Jasper ? Bid . ' Tis very true , Sir Simon ; from knowing no bet- ter , I have set ...
Page 151
... wou'd fain borrow it . Kno . Why , I hope you will not a hawking now ; will you ? Step . No wusse , but I'll practise against the next year , uncle ; I have bought me a hawk , and a hood , and bells , and all ; I lack nothing but a book ...
... wou'd fain borrow it . Kno . Why , I hope you will not a hawking now ; will you ? Step . No wusse , but I'll practise against the next year , uncle ; I have bought me a hawk , and a hood , and bells , and all ; I lack nothing but a book ...
Page 153
... wou'd you do , you peremptory gull ? you cannot be quiet , get you hence . If You see , the honest man demeans himself Modestly t'wards you , giving no reply To your unseason'd , quarrelling , rude fashion And still you huff it , with a ...
... wou'd you do , you peremptory gull ? you cannot be quiet , get you hence . If You see , the honest man demeans himself Modestly t'wards you , giving no reply To your unseason'd , quarrelling , rude fashion And still you huff it , with a ...
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