Bell's British Theatre, Том 18John Bell J. Bell, 1797 |
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... ask for one's own- Count Bas . Psha ! Pr'ythee never trouble thy head ; his pay is as good as the bank - Why , he has above two thousand a - year . E Moth . Alas - a - day , that's nothing A & II . 41 THE PROVOK'D HUSBAND .
... ask for one's own- Count Bas . Psha ! Pr'ythee never trouble thy head ; his pay is as good as the bank - Why , he has above two thousand a - year . E Moth . Alas - a - day , that's nothing A & II . 41 THE PROVOK'D HUSBAND .
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... Count Bas . Nay , if you are afraid of being out of your money , what do you think of going a little with me , Mrs. Motherly ? Moth . As how ? Count Bas . Why , I have a game in my hand , in which , if you'll croup me , that is , help ...
... Count Bas . Nay , if you are afraid of being out of your money , what do you think of going a little with me , Mrs. Motherly ? Moth . As how ? Count Bas . Why , I have a game in my hand , in which , if you'll croup me , that is , help ...
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John Bell. Count Bas . Death ! I shall do it still , if the woman will but let me speak Moth . Had you not a letter from her this morning ? Count Bas . I have it here in my pocket - this is it . [ Shews it and puts it up again . Moth ...
John Bell. Count Bas . Death ! I shall do it still , if the woman will but let me speak Moth . Had you not a letter from her this morning ? Count Bas . I have it here in my pocket - this is it . [ Shews it and puts it up again . Moth ...
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... Count Bas . The son is an unlick'd whelp , about sixteen , just taken from school ; and begins to han- ker after every wench in the family : the daughter , much of the same age ; a pert , forward hussy , who , having eight thousand ...
... Count Bas . The son is an unlick'd whelp , about sixteen , just taken from school ; and begins to han- ker after every wench in the family : the daughter , much of the same age ; a pert , forward hussy , who , having eight thousand ...
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... Count Bas . It's a bet - pay as we go , I tell you ; and the five hundred shall be staked in a third hand . Moth . That's honest- -But here comes my niece ; shall we let her into the secret ? Count Bas . Time enough ; may be I may touch ...
... Count Bas . It's a bet - pay as we go , I tell you ; and the five hundred shall be staked in a third hand . Moth . That's honest- -But here comes my niece ; shall we let her into the secret ? Count Bas . Time enough ; may be I may touch ...
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Arethusa Beaumont and Fletcher Bellario Bridge Bridgemore cann't Colin Colin Macleod Count Bas cousin daughter dear devil Dion Doctor DRUID Druid Exeunt Exit eyes fear fortune gentleman give Grey gude hand happiness hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hither honour hope hour husband innocent Jenny JOHN MOODY King Lady G Lady Grace Lady Sal Lady Wrong Lady Wronghead ladyship live look Lord Abb Lord Abberville Lord Sal Lord Salisbury madam maid Manly Miss Aubrey Moody Mort Mortimer Moth Motherly Myrtilla Napth never night on't Pharamond Philaster play pray prince princess Rich Salisbury SCENE servant shame shew Sir Fran Sir Francis speak sure tell thee there's thing thou art thought Thra troth Trusty twas Tyrrel virtue wife woman
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Сторінка 87 - With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known...
Сторінка 57 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [Exit, Are.
Сторінка 48 - Methinks, your words Fall not from off your tongue so evenly, Nor is there in your looks that quietness, That I was wont to see. Phi. Thou art decfi\ed, boy : And she strokes thy head ? Bel.
Сторінка 57 - Now you may take that little right I have To this poor kingdom. Give it to your joy; For I have no joy in it. Some far place, Where never womankind durst set her foot For " bursting with her poisons, must I seek, And live to curse you; There dig a cave, and preach to birds and beasts What woman is, and help to save them from you...
Сторінка 72 - Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence I may discourse to all the under-world The worth that dwells in him ! Pha. How's this?
Сторінка 75 - I shall be shut from Heaven, as now from earth, If you continue so. I am a man False to a pair of the most trusty ones That ever earth bore; can it bear us all? Forgive, and leave me. But the King hath sent To call me to my death: oh, shew it me, And then forget me!
Сторінка 24 - CLE. How do you, worthy sir? PHI. Well, very well; And so well that, if the King please, I find I may live many years. DION. The King must please, Whilst we know what you are and who you are, Your wrongs and virtues.
Сторінка 116 - Now, the doctor purposes we should all come thither in our habits, and, when the rooms are full, we may steal up into his chamber, he says, and there crack he'll give us all canonical commission to go to-bed together.
Сторінка 37 - Hadst thou a curst master when thou went'st to school ? Thou art not capable of other grief ; Thy brows and cheeks are smooth as waters be When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, And builds himself caves, to abide in them.
Сторінка 51 - em false, as were my hopes, I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert To blame to injure me, for I must love Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon Thy tender youth : A love from me to thee Is firm, whate'er thou dost.