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Pagina 35
Death , you rack ' me with delay . L. T. Nay , no great matter , only -- Well , I have
your promise- pho , why nothing , only your nephew had a mind to amuse himself
sometimes with a little gallantry towards me . Nay , I can't think he meant any ...
Death , you rack ' me with delay . L. T. Nay , no great matter , only -- Well , I have
your promise- pho , why nothing , only your nephew had a mind to amuse himself
sometimes with a little gallantry towards me . Nay , I can't think he meant any ...
Pagina 46
... is not in thy nature . Fad . If I confess ? Sir Cha . Do so , then , and trust me . )
Fad . Yes , and so be beat to mummy by CharlesIf you won't tell him , SirSir Cha ,
I'll think on't . Fad . Why , then , Sir ---- But he'll certainly be the death + 2 death of
...
... is not in thy nature . Fad . If I confess ? Sir Cha . Do so , then , and trust me . )
Fad . Yes , and so be beat to mummy by CharlesIf you won't tell him , SirSir Cha ,
I'll think on't . Fad . Why , then , Sir ---- But he'll certainly be the death + 2 death of
...
Pagina 72
Now , in the name of honour , Sir , I beg you , ( Since I must ule authority no more
) On these old knees I beg you , ere I die , That I may see your father's death
reveng'd . Tor . Why , ' tis the only bus'nels of my life ; My order's itľu'd to recall the
...
Now , in the name of honour , Sir , I beg you , ( Since I must ule authority no more
) On these old knees I beg you , ere I die , That I may see your father's death
reveng'd . Tor . Why , ' tis the only bus'nels of my life ; My order's itľu'd to recall the
...
Pagina 83
Now mince the fin , • And mollify damnation with a phrase : Say , , you consented
not to Sancho's death ; • But barely not forbade it . • Qu . Hard - hearted man ! I
yield my guilty cause ; ' But all my guilt was caus'd by too much love . • Had I for ...
Now mince the fin , • And mollify damnation with a phrase : Say , , you consented
not to Sancho's death ; • But barely not forbade it . • Qu . Hard - hearted man ! I
yield my guilty cause ; ' But all my guilt was caus'd by too much love . • Had I for ...
Pagina 84
To leave you blest , I would be more accurst Than death can make me ; for death
ends our woes , < And the kind -up the mournful scene : • But I would live without
you ; to be wretched long ; • And hoard up every moment of my life , • To ...
To leave you blest , I would be more accurst Than death can make me ; for death
ends our woes , < And the kind -up the mournful scene : • But I would live without
you ; to be wretched long ; • And hoard up every moment of my life , • To ...
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Afide anſwer becauſe believe better Brisk Care Charles child Clar Cler Colonel comes creature dare dear death devil don't Enter Exit eyes face faith father fear fellow Fidelia firſt fool fortune give hand head hear heart Heaven himſelf hold honour hope hour I'll Lady Sad Ladyſhip laſt laugh leave live look Lord Madam marry mean meet mind Mirabel moſt muſt myſelf nature never night once perſon play pleaſe poor pray ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Cha Sir Paul Sir Sol ſome ſpeak ſuch ſure talk tell thee there's theſe thing thoſe thou thought told turn uſe virtue whole wife woman young
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Pagina 7 - Well, then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past...
Pagina 8 - And just abandoning th' ungrateful stage: Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, 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.
Pagina 69 - I know not; but he's gone to Sir Paul about my marriage with Cynthia, and has appointed me his heir. MEL. The devil he has! What's to be done?
Pagina 7 - Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength.
Pagina 5 - ... man, who has an entire confidence in one whom he takes to be his friend, and...
Pagina 29 - ... 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 69 - 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 - How does he bear his disappointment? Mask. Secure in my assistance, he seemed not much afflicted, but rather laughed at the shallow artifice, which so little time must of necessity discover. Yet he is apprehensive of some farther design of yours and has engaged me to watch you.
Pagina 30 - Hear you? No, no; I'll deny you first, and hear you afterwards. For one does not know how one's mind may change upon hearing — hearing is one of the senses, and all the senses are fallible. I won't trust my honour, I assure you; my honour is infallible and uncomatable.
Pagina 30 - I know love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion. 'Tis not your fault; nor, I swear, it is not mine. How can I help it, if I have charms? And how can you help it, if you are made a captive? I swear it is pity it should be a fault. But my honour, — well, but your honour, too — but the sin! — well, but the necessity — O Lord, here's somebody coming, I dare not stay.