The Double Dealer: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 120 pagina's |
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Pagina 67
... the thing : since " If happiness in self - content is plac'd , " The wise are wretched , and fools only bless'd . [ Exit . " ACT IV . SCENE I. " Enter MELLEFONT and CYNTHIA G iij Að III . 69 THE DOUBLE DEALER . 7 ...
... the thing : since " If happiness in self - content is plac'd , " The wise are wretched , and fools only bless'd . [ Exit . " ACT IV . SCENE I. " Enter MELLEFONT and CYNTHIA G iij Að III . 69 THE DOUBLE DEALER . 7 ...
Pagina 71
... wretched life , and breathe my soul beneath your feet- -I must say the same thing over again , and cannot help it . [ Aside . Lady P. I swear I am ready to languish too - O my honour ! Whither is it going ? I protest you have given me ...
... wretched life , and breathe my soul beneath your feet- -I must say the same thing over again , and cannot help it . [ Aside . Lady P. I swear I am ready to languish too - O my honour ! Whither is it going ? I protest you have given me ...
Pagina 98
... wretched - 0 , there is a secret burns within this breast , which , should it once blaze forth , would ruin all , consume my honest character , and brand me with the name of villain . Ld . T. Ha ! Mask . Why do I love ! yet heaven and ...
... wretched - 0 , there is a secret burns within this breast , which , should it once blaze forth , would ruin all , consume my honest character , and brand me with the name of villain . Ld . T. Ha ! Mask . Why do I love ! yet heaven and ...
Pagina 27
... wretch , how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment ? For he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour . Set . Good words , damsel , or I shall dost thou know my master or me ? But how Lucy . Yes , I know both master and man to be ...
... wretch , how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment ? For he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour . Set . Good words , damsel , or I shall dost thou know my master or me ? But how Lucy . Yes , I know both master and man to be ...
Pagina 27
... wretch swears ! - Out of my house , thou son of the whore of Babylon ; offspring of Bell and the dragon- -Bless us ! Ka- vish my wife ! my Dinah oh , Schechemite ! Begone , I say . my Sir Jos . Why , the devil's in the people , I think ...
... wretch swears ! - Out of my house , thou son of the whore of Babylon ; offspring of Bell and the dragon- -Bless us ! Ka- vish my wife ! my Dinah oh , Schechemite ! Begone , I say . my Sir Jos . Why , the devil's in the people , I think ...
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Abbot agad Araminta arms Bell Bellmour Bless blót Bluff breast Brisk Careless charms confess Crete crimes cruel Cynthia dear death devil egad Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fond fool fury Gads-bud give godlike gods grief guilt hath hear heart Heartwell Heaven Henry's Hippolitus honour hope incest Ismena King Lady F Lady Froth ladyship Laet laugh letter look lord Lord Harry lov'd Lucy Lycon madam marriage marry Mask Maskwell Mellefont Minos never o'er passion Phad Phaed Phædra pity pow'rs Pr'ythee Procrustes Queen rage Rosa Rosamond Sharp Sharper shew sighs Sir Jos Sir Joseph Sir Paul sorrows soul speak stay swear sword tears tell thee there's Theseus thing thou art thou hast thought TOUCHWOOD Vainlove vengeance vex'd villain virtue what's wife woman wretched youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 11 - 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 11 - But what we gain'd in skill, we lost in strength. Our builders were with want of genius cursed; The second temple was not like the first: Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength.
Pagina 2 - O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy — you said that once before — if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety; don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames. I'll not hear a sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn' — or an 'I beseech you, madam.
Pagina 55 - Then she's always ready to laugh when Sneer offers to speak, and sits in expectation of his no jest, with her gums bare, and her mouth open — Brisk. Like an oyster at low ebb, egad — Ha ! ha ! ha ! Cyn. [Aside.] Well, I find there are no fools so inconsiderable in themselves, but they can render other people contemptible by exposing their infirmities.
Pagina 69 - Ay, but by your own virtue and continency that matter of fact is all his own doing. I confess I had a great desire to have some honours conferred upon me, which lie all in your ladyship's breast, and he being a well-spoken man, I desired him to intercede for me.
Pagina 53 - No ; for the sun it won't, but it will do for the coachman ; for you know there's most occasion for a coach in wet weather. Brisk. Right, right ; that saves all. Lady F.
Pagina 82 - I'll bear the railings of a losing gamester. — But should he find me out before! 'tis dangerous to delay. — Let me think — should my lord proceed to treat openly of my marriage with Cynthia, all must be discovered, and Mellefont can be no longer blinded.
Pagina 36 - No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls: fortune indeed makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two farthest, are together, but the game depends entirely upon judgment. CYNT. Still it is a game, and consequently one of us must be a loser.
Pagina 43 - Well, you must know, then, that all my contrivances were but bubbles ; till at last I pretended to have been long secretly in love with Cynthia ; that did my business ; that convinced your aunt I might be trusted, since it was as much my interest as hers to break the match : then, she thought my jealousy might qualify me to assist her in her revenge; and, in short, in that belief, told me the secrets of her heart. At length we made this agreement, if I accomplish her designs (as I told you before)...
Pagina 128 - Undoubtedly he did, sir. Faith, Hannibal was a very pretty fellow. But, Sir Joseph, comparisons are odious. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days, it must be granted. But alas! sir, were he alive now, he would be nothing, nothing in the earth.