The Dramatic Works of John O'Keeffe, Volumen2author, 1798 |
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... thought brings the blood into my face , and whenever they attempt to ferve , provoke me fo , damme but I will , I will - An't I right , Dick ? Harry . " No ; all in the wrong . " Rover . Rover . No matter ; that's the universal play ...
... thought brings the blood into my face , and whenever they attempt to ferve , provoke me fo , damme but I will , I will - An't I right , Dick ? Harry . " No ; all in the wrong . " Rover . Rover . No matter ; that's the universal play ...
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... thought the love he profeffed for my fifter , might - why , its true , mafter Twitch , to lend our indigent cottagers fmall fums when they've been unable to pay their rents , I got lawyer Quirk to procure me this money , and hoped their ...
... thought the love he profeffed for my fifter , might - why , its true , mafter Twitch , to lend our indigent cottagers fmall fums when they've been unable to pay their rents , I got lawyer Quirk to procure me this money , and hoped their ...
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... thought indeed , hungry foot travellers to eat like aldermen - coming , fir . Rover . I'll not join this company at Winchester . No , I'll not ftay in the country hopeless even to expect a look , ( except of fcorn ) from this lady . I ...
... thought indeed , hungry foot travellers to eat like aldermen - coming , fir . Rover . I'll not join this company at Winchester . No , I'll not ftay in the country hopeless even to expect a look , ( except of fcorn ) from this lady . I ...
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... thought I know'd the face , thof he had a straw cap , and a blanket about'n - Ho , ho ! how comical that was , when you faid- Rov . " Pillicock fat upon Pillicock hill , pil- " i - loo , loo ! " Sim . That's it ! That's it ! He's at it ...
... thought I know'd the face , thof he had a straw cap , and a blanket about'n - Ho , ho ! how comical that was , when you faid- Rov . " Pillicock fat upon Pillicock hill , pil- " i - loo , loo ! " Sim . That's it ! That's it ! He's at it ...
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... thought me , I fhou'd tread your four boards , and crow the cock of your barn door fowl ; but as fate has ordained that I'm a gentleman , and fon to Sir , -Sir , what the devil's my father's name ? ( afide ) you must be content to ...
... thought me , I fhou'd tread your four boards , and crow the cock of your barn door fowl ; but as fate has ordained that I'm a gentleman , and fon to Sir , -Sir , what the devil's my father's name ? ( afide ) you must be content to ...
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Página 52 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Página 8 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Página 64 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; • And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 192 - Whether ancient chroniclers looked upon the story of Peeping Tom as fabulous, we cannot say ; but we have not been able to meet with the least account of it in any of our English authors — we mean those who have written histories in that tongue. Leofrick, or Leofricus, Duke of...
Página 87 - I'll be dom'd, if I'll be your watchdog, to bite the poor, that I won't. Mr. Banks, as feyther intends to put up your goods at auction, if you could but get a friend to buy the choice of them for you again. Sister Jane has got steward to advance her a quarter's wages, and when I've gone to sell corn for feyther, besides presents, I've made a market penny now and then. Here — it's not much ! but every little helps. [ Takes out a small leather...
Página 64 - I must shut mine ears. Lady Am. And thy mouth also, good Ephraim. I have bidden my cousin Henry to my house, and I will not set bounds to his mirth, to gratify thy spleen, and show mine own inhospitality.
Página 192 - Baron Munchausen." There is one kind of conversation which most people aim at, and in which almost every one fails ; it is that of story-telling. It is very common for these gentry to lay one under the persecution of a long story, and be as much in earnest, as if the lives, and fortunes, and felicity of the three kingdoms depended upon it. A humour most unaccountable ! that a man should be letting off words for an hour or two, with a very innoAS cent intention, and after he has done his best, only...
Página 22 - Harry. Jack, you and I have often met on a stage in assumed characters ; if it's your wish we should ever meet again in our real ones, of sincere friends, without asking whither I go, or my motives for leaving you, when I walk up this road, do you turn down that.
Página 78 - ... without a home ? Let her come to mine. Banks. The hand of misery hath struck us beneath your notice. Lady Am. Thou dost mistake — To need my assistance is the highest claim to my attention : let me see her. [Exit BANKS.] I could chide myself that these pastimes have turned my eye from the house of woe. Ah ! think, ye proud and happy affluent, how many, in your dancing moments, pine in want, drink the salt tear ; their morsel, the bread of misery, and shrinking from the cold blast into their...