A Select Collection of Old Plays, Band 9

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R. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1744
 

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Seite 280 - Denied so many princes for Lorenzo, Then when you swore. Oh maids ! how men can weep ! Print protestations on their breasts, and sigh, And look so truly, and then weep again, And then protest again, and again dissemble ! — When once enjoy'd, like strange sights, we grow stale, And find our comforts, like their wonder, fail. Phil. Oh, Lorenzo ! Look upon tears, each one of which...
Seite 103 - Wild. You did marry me. Wild. Yes, I did marry you; here's too much record for't. I would there were a parson to unmarry us! If any of our clergy had that faculty, He might repair the old, and build as many New abbeys through the kingdom, in a twelvemonth.
Seite 327 - Phil. Unwittingly I did an ill (as 't happen'd) To a good end : that slave I for you kill'd Wanted but time to kill you : read that paper, Which I found with him, I thinking by accident You had intercepted it. We all have happily Been well deceiv'd; you are noble, just, and true; My hate was at your cloaths, my heart at you.
Seite 286 - ... for my Lord in the Arbour, gentlemen. [Exit. Lod. I have been this three months about a project. Jov. What is't, my Lord ? Lod. Why I intend to compose a pamphlet of all my wives vertues, put them in print, and dedicate them to the Duke, as orthodoxal directions against he marries.
Seite 421 - If I had had a mind to that lodging, I had ne'er come hither ; for when I have a mind to it, I'll marry without dispute, for I fear nobody so much as a husband ; and when I can conquer that doubt, I'll marry at a minute's warning.
Seite 285 - tis no matter, were I such a one As the Count Lorenzo's Lady, were I so graceless To make you wear a pair of wicked horns, You would make more reckoning of me [ Weeps. Lod. Weep again ! she'll cry out her eyes, gentlemen. Clown. No, I warrant yee ; remember the two lines your Honour read last night — A Womans Eye, "6...
Seite 7 - • a theatre of theft : great rivers Rob smaller brooks, and them the ocean. And in this world of ours, this microcosm, Guts from the stomach steal; and what they spare The Meseraicks filch, and lay 't i...
Seite 234 - ¡i laid, Fairer than the queen of loves, Drawn about with milky doves. To thee let Paphian altars smoke, Priests thy better name invoke. When Hymen lights his holy fires...
Seite 342 - Secret to be a bawd already. No, Secret, you get no gowns that way, upon my word; if I marry, it shall be a gentleman that has wit and honour, though he has nothing but a sword by his side; such a one naked is better than a fool with all his trappings, bells and baubles.
Seite 120 - What said she to thee ? Pen. Nothing. Wild. Thou art troubled. Pen. Pray, to your knowledge, sir, wherein have I Done injury to you, or her ? Wild. Has she Abus'd thee?

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