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...
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