 Ah, madam, there was a time! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.  William Congreve - Pagina 357door William Congreve - 1912 - 466 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1787 - 530 pagina’s
...let it be forgotten — I confefs I have defervetlly forteited the high place I once held, of fighing at your feet ; nay, kill me' not, by turning from me in diidain — I come not to plead for favour i — nay, not for'paT-- doa i don ; lama fuppliant only... | |
 | 1797 - 438 pagina’s
...let it be forgotten-— I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at your feet; nay, kill me not, by turning from me...come not to plead for favour ; nay, not for pardon ; lam suppliant only for pity-— I am going where I never shall behold you more Sir Wil. How, fellow... | |
 | 1804 - 540 pagina’s
...let it be forgotten — I confess 1 have deservedly forfeited the high place, I once he/d, of sighing at your feet ; nay, kill me not, by turning from me...to plead for favour ; nay, not for pardon ; I am a supplicant only for pity — I am going where I never shall behold you more. Sir Wil. How, fellow-traveller... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 1084 pagina’s
...I confess 1 have deservedly forfeited the high place, I once held, of sighing at your feet; пну, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain — I come...to plead for favour ; nay, not for pardon ; I am a supplicant only for pity — I am going where I never shall behold you more. Sir Wil. How, fellow-traveller... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 698 pagina’s
...let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at your feet ; nay, kill me not, by turning from me...not to plead for favour ; nay, not for pardon ; I am suppliant only for pity- — I am going where I never snail behold you more. — Sir WiL How, fellow-traveller... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 690 pagina’s
...forfeited the high place I once held, ot sighing tit your feet ; uay, kiU uic not, by turning from me ia disdain — I come not to plead for favour; nay,- not for pardon ; I am suppliant only for pity. — I am going where I never shall behold you more. — Sir Wil. How, fellow-traveller... | |
 | Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - 502 pagina’s
...be forgotten ; I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at yonr feet ; nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain,...favour ; nay, not for pardon ; I am a suppliant only tor pity, I am going where I never shall behold you more. Sir W. How, fellow-traveller! you shall go... | |
 | British theatre - 1828 - 924 pagina’s
...but let it be forgotten; 1 confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at your feet; nay, kill me not, by turning from me...am going where I never shall behold you more. Sir W. How, fellow-traveller! you sbajl go bv vourself then. Mir. Let me he pitied first, and afterwards... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 926 pagina’s
...let it be forgotten ; I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, of sighing at your feet ; nay, kill me not, by turning from me...pity, I am going where I never shall behold you more. SirfV. How, fellow-traveller! you shall go by yourself then. count — ah, he has a n P phi false,... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - 930 pagina’s
...let it be. forgotten ; I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held, ef sighing at your feet ; nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain, 1 come not to plead for favour; nay, not for pardon; I am a suppliant only for pity, I am going where... | |
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