 | John Vanbrugh - 1719 - 534 стор.
...prithee, what's the matter ? Who fent you after me ? Jacin. One who's never well but when me fees you, I think ;, 'twas my Lady. Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter my feff, but am not able ; the Blefling's too great to be my Lot : Yet 'tis not well to trifle with... | |
 | John Bell - 1780 - 436 стор.
...what's the matter ? Who font you after me ? Jacin. One who's nerer well but when flie fees yoii.;. I think 'twas my lady. Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myfclf, but am not able. The bleffing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifte with me... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 436 стор.
...pr'ythee, what 's the matter ? Who sent you after me ? Jacin. One who 's never well but when she sees you ; I think 'twas my lady. Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would...tenderness I have for Leonora claims something from her geaerosity. I should not be deluded. Jacin. And why do you think you are ? Methinks she 's pretty well... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 698 стор.
...pr'ythee, what's the matter i Who sent you after me ? Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think ; 'twas my lady. Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain...able ; the blessing's too great to be my lot ; yet 'tis not well to trifle with me ; how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 696 стор.
...pr'ythee, what's the matter ? Who sent you after me ? Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, T 'tis not well to trifle with me ; how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1811 - 690 стор.
...pr'ythee, what's the matter ? Who sent you after me ? Juc, One who's never well but when she sees you, I think ; 'twas my lady. Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain...but am not able ; the blessing's too great to be my tot ; yet 'tis not well to trifle with me ; how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I... | |
 | 1838 - 354 стор.
...me ? Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think 'twas my lady. Car. Dear Jacinta ! 1 fain would flatter myself, but am not able — the blessing's too great to be my lot ; yet 'tis not well to trifle with me ; how short soe'er I am ia other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora,... | |
 | William Wycherley, William Congreve, Leigh Hunt, Sir John Vanbrugh - 1866 - 768 стор.
...who sent you after me ? Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think ; 'twas my lady. D<m Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but am not able ; tlie blessing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifle with me : how short soe'er I... | |
 | William Wycherley - 1875 - 770 стор.
...who sent you after me ? Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think ; 'twas my lady. Don Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but...able ; the blessing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifle with me : how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tender-ness I have for... | |
 | Molière - 1875 - 460 стор.
...sent you after me 1 Jac. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think ; 'twas my lady. Don C. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but am...able ; the blessing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifle with me : how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora... | |
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Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but am not able ; the blessing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifle with me : how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora claims something from her generosity.... 
