The Dramatic Works of Samuel Foote, Esq;: To which is Prefixed A Life of the Author. In Four Volumes. Vol. I. Containing Taste. The Englishman at Paris. The Author. The Englishman Returned from Paris. The Knights. and The Mayor of Garrat, Том 2

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J. F. and C. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Cadell, W. Lowndes and S. Bladon., 1788

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Сторінка 49 - Well, young man, and what do you think will be the end of all this ? Here I have received, by the laft mail, a quire of your draughts from abroad.
Сторінка 12 - Godfrey, what trouble I have had to get you out ! why, child, you are as tedious as a long morning. Do you know now, that of all places of public rendezvous I honour the Park ? forty thoufand million of times preferable to the play-houfe ! Don't you think fo, my dear ? M.
Сторінка 62 - Smirk. O dear me ! You did not know the great man, alike in every thing. He had as much to say upon a ribbon as a Raphael.
Сторінка 31 - Now there is a polite, sensible, old father for you. M. God. Yes ; and a very discreet, prudent daughter he is likely to have. Oh, you are a great hypocrite, Kitty. Enter v Servant.
Сторінка 40 - I was lost in a labyrinth, and nobody to show me the road. One time, I thought of dying a Roman, which is truly a comfortable communion enough for one of us, but it would not do.
Сторінка 32 - I, by your leave, ftick to your mop ; or, if* you muft have de pretty girl, dere is de play-hous, dat do very well for you ; but for de opera, pardonnez, by gar dat is meat for your mafter.
Сторінка 61 - Smirk, addressing herself to me. I made an acknowledging bow to her grace, as in duty bound. But one flower flounced involuntarily from me that day, as I may say. I remember Dr. Trifle called it enthusiastic, and pronounced it a presage of my future greatness.
Сторінка 39 - Oh, it was a wonderful work. There had I been tossing in a sea of sin, without rudder or compass. And had not the good gentleman piloted me into the harbour of grace, I must have struck against the rocks of reprobation, and have been quite swallowed up in the whirlpool of despair. He was the precious instrument of my spiritual sprinkling.— But...
Сторінка 41 - ... it would not do. Sir Geo. Why not? Mrs Cole. I went one summer over to Boulogne to repent, and, would you believe it, the bare-footed...
Сторінка 44 - Jewry, but it happen'd to be Saturday ; and they never touch on the Sabbath, you know. Sir Geo. Why, what the devil can I do ? Trans.

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