The Works of Mr. William Congreve:: In Three Volumes. Consisting of His Plays and Poems..J. Tonson in the Strand., 1730 |
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Pagina 5
... Face ; and blufhing like the Virgin Morn when it difclos'd the Cheat , which that trufty Bawd of Nature , Night , had hid , confefs'd her Soul was true to you ; tho ' I by Treachery had ftoll'n the Blifs VAINLOVE .. So was true as ...
... Face ; and blufhing like the Virgin Morn when it difclos'd the Cheat , which that trufty Bawd of Nature , Night , had hid , confefs'd her Soul was true to you ; tho ' I by Treachery had ftoll'n the Blifs VAINLOVE .. So was true as ...
Pagina 11
... Face fhe had been making all the Morning , was none of her own ? for I know thou art as unmannerly and as unwelcome to a Woman , as a Look- ing . Glafs after the Small - Pox . HEARTWELL . I confess I have not been fneering fulfome Lyes ...
... Face fhe had been making all the Morning , was none of her own ? for I know thou art as unmannerly and as unwelcome to a Woman , as a Look- ing . Glafs after the Small - Pox . HEARTWELL . I confess I have not been fneering fulfome Lyes ...
Pagina 16
... Face . Then replies another methinks he has more of the Marquefs of fuch a Place , about his Nofe and Eyes ; though he has my Lord what - d'ye - calls Mouth to a tittle Then , I , to put it off as unconcern'd , come chuck the Infant ...
... Face . Then replies another methinks he has more of the Marquefs of fuch a Place , about his Nofe and Eyes ; though he has my Lord what - d'ye - calls Mouth to a tittle Then , I , to put it off as unconcern'd , come chuck the Infant ...
Pagina 21
... forget him ! No , no , Sir , I don't forget you because I never faw your Face before , agad . Ha , ha , ha . SHARPER . How ! [ Angrily . T Sir JOSEPH WITTÓL : angry Stay , ftay Sir Sir The OLD BATCHELOR . 21 Sir JOSEPH WITTOLL. ...
... forget him ! No , no , Sir , I don't forget you because I never faw your Face before , agad . Ha , ha , ha . SHARPER . How ! [ Angrily . T Sir JOSEPH WITTÓL : angry Stay , ftay Sir Sir The OLD BATCHELOR . 21 Sir JOSEPH WITTOLL. ...
Pagina 39
... Faces , Every Woman is the fame . ARAMINTA So , how d'ye like the Song , Gentlemen ? BELLMOUR . O very well perform'd ---- but I don't much admire the Words .. ARA . I expected it ARAMINTA . ---- there's too much Truth The OLD BATCHELOR ...
... Faces , Every Woman is the fame . ARAMINTA So , how d'ye like the Song , Gentlemen ? BELLMOUR . O very well perform'd ---- but I don't much admire the Words .. ARA . I expected it ARAMINTA . ---- there's too much Truth The OLD BATCHELOR ...
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Afide agad Anſwer ARAMINTA becauſe BELINDA BELLMOUR Blefs BLUFF BRISK Buſineſs CARELESS Cocky confefs confent Coufin CYNTHIA d'ye damn'd Dear Defign Deuce take Devil faid fame feem felf fhall fhe's fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome FONDLE WIFE FONDLEWIFE Fool foon FROT ftay ftill fuch fure fwear Gads-bud give hear Heart HEARTWELL Heav'n himſelf honeft Honour hope Houſe Jeft kifs Lady FROTH Lady Lady Lady PLYANT Lady TOUCH Lady TOUCHWOOD Ladyship laft laugh LETITIA look Lord FROTH Lord Harry Lord TOUCHWOOD Love LUCY Madam marry marry'd MASK MASKWELL MELLEFONT miſtaken Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt never Nykin on't Paffion Perfon pleaſe Pleaſure pr'ythee Pray prefent promiſed Reaſon ſay SCENE SCENE ſelf SETTE SETTER ſhall SHARPER ſhe Sir JOSEPH WITTOLL Sir PAUL PLYANT ſuch SYLVIA tell thee there's theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art VAINLOVE Villain
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Pagina 4 - You read of but one wise man, and all that he knew was, that he knew nothing. Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools : they have need of 'em : wit, be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation ; and let father Time shake his glass.
Pagina 178 - ... perverting me from the road of virtue, in which I have trod thus long, and never made one trip, not one faux pas; Oh, consider it, what would you have to answer for, if you should provoke me to frailty? Alas! humanity is feeble, Heaven knows! very feeble, and unable to support itself.
Pagina 256 - Mask. Stay, I have a doubt. — Upon second thoughts we had better meet in the chaplain's chamber here, the corner chamber at this end of the gallery; there is a back way into it, so that you need not come through this door — and a pair of private stairs leading down to the stables. It will be more convenient.
Pagina 253 - Hear me: consent to the breaking off this marriage, and the promoting any other without consulting me, and I'll renounce all blood, all relation and concern with you for ever; nay, I'll be your enemy, and pursue you to destruction: I'll tear your eyes out, and tread you under my feet.
Pagina 70 - Heaven, there's not a woman will give a man the pleasure of a chase ! my sport is always balked, or cut short ! I stumble over the game I would pursue. 'Tis dull and unnatural to have a hare run full in the hound's mouth, and would distaste the keenest hunter: I would have overtaken, not have met, my game.
Pagina 161 - Were you not in the nature of a servant, and have not I in effect made you lord of all, of me, and of my lord? Where is that humble love, the languishing, that adoration, which once was paid me, and everlastingly engaged?
Pagina 171 - Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by the opposition of their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools. 'Tis an odd game we're going to play at; what think you of drawing stakes, and giving over in time ? Mel.
Pagina 140 - 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...
Pagina 125 - 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.
Pagina 212 - My mind gives me it won't — because we are both willing; we each of us strive to reach the goal, and hinder one another in the race ; I swear it never does well when the parties are so agreed. — For when people walk hand in hand, there's neither overtaking nor meeting : we hunt in couples, where we both pursue the same game, but forget one another ; and 'tis because we are so near that we don't think of coming together. Mel. Hum, 'gad I believe there's something in't ; — marriage is the game...