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Сторінка 105 - If you would be so kind to make me a physician in earnest, I should desire no other fortune. Lean. Faith, doctor, I wish I could do that in return for your having made me an apothecary ; but I'll do as well for thee, I warrant.
Сторінка 30 - Oh the devil ! he s certainly coming down stairs — Sir Harry, run down into the cellar — My lord Duke, get into the pantry — away, away. Kit. No, no ; do you put their ladyships into the pantry, and I'll take his grace into the coal-hole. Visitors. Any where, any where — up the chimney, if you will.
Сторінка 51 - You must know, my lord, that I love to know what I eat ; — I hate to travel, where I...
Сторінка 81 - Tis not above three weeks ago that a child of twelve years old fell from the top of a house to the bottom, and broke its skull, its arms, and legs. Our physician was no sooner drubb'd into making him a visit, than, having rubb'd the child all over with a certain ointment, it got upon its legs, and run away to play.
Сторінка 79 - JAMES. Blame your own cursed memory that made you forget his name. For my part, I'll travel through the world rather than return without him; that were as much as a limb or two were worth.
Сторінка 247 - Dear major, I demand a million of pardons. I have given you a profusion of trouble ; but my husband is such a goose-cap, that I can't get no good out of him at home or abroad — Jerry, Jerry Sneak — Your blessing, sir Jacob ? Sir Jac. Daughter, you are welcome to Garrart.
Сторінка 238 - Then let him bring out the turkey and chine, and be sure there is plenty of mustard ; and, d'ye hear, Roger, do you stand yourself at the gate, and be careful who you let in. Roger. I will, Sir Jacob.
Сторінка 27 - Come, ladies and gentlemen, a bumper all round ; I have a health for you. ' Here is to the amendment of our masters and mistresses.
Сторінка 13 - Egad! the cellar shall bleed; I have some Burgundy that is fit for an emperor ; my master would have given his ears for some of it t'other day, to treat my Lord What-d'ye-call-him with; but I told him it was all gone; eh!