A Collection of the Most Esteemed Farces and Entertainments, Performed on the British Stage, Том 5S. Doig, 1792 |
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... Whit . Not fo old neither - no man ought to be called old , friend Bates , if he is in health , fpirits , and- Bates . In his fenfes - which I fhould rather doubt , as I never faw you half fo frolicfome in my life . Whit . Never too old ...
... Whit . Not fo old neither - no man ought to be called old , friend Bates , if he is in health , fpirits , and- Bates . In his fenfes - which I fhould rather doubt , as I never faw you half fo frolicfome in my life . Whit . Never too old ...
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... Whit . No young jackanapes dares to call me fo , while I have this friend at my fide . [ Touches his fword . Bates . A hero too ! what in the name of common fense is come to you , my friend ? —high spirits , quick honour , a long sword ...
... Whit . No young jackanapes dares to call me fo , while I have this friend at my fide . [ Touches his fword . Bates . A hero too ! what in the name of common fense is come to you , my friend ? —high spirits , quick honour , a long sword ...
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... Whit . Thank , thank you , friend ! -I was coming to advise with you — I am got into the pond again - ia love up to the ears— -A fine woman , faith ; and there's no love loft between us - Am I right , friend ? T Keck . Right ! ay ...
... Whit . Thank , thank you , friend ! -I was coming to advise with you — I am got into the pond again - ia love up to the ears— -A fine woman , faith ; and there's no love loft between us - Am I right , friend ? T Keck . Right ! ay ...
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... Whit . Why , your wife is five feet ten . Keck . Without her thoes . I hate your little fhrimps ; none of your lean meagre French frogs for me ; I was always fond of the majeftic : give me a flice of a good English furloin ; cut and ...
... Whit . Why , your wife is five feet ten . Keck . Without her thoes . I hate your little fhrimps ; none of your lean meagre French frogs for me ; I was always fond of the majeftic : give me a flice of a good English furloin ; cut and ...
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... .. [ Exit . Whit . Yes , yes , fhe is Irish ; but fo modeft , fo mild , and fo tender , and just enough of the accent to give a реси . peculiar fweetness to her words , which drop from her- ΤΟ A & t 1 . THE IRISH WIDOW .
... .. [ Exit . Whit . Yes , yes , fhe is Irish ; but fo modeft , fo mild , and fo tender , and just enough of the accent to give a реси . peculiar fweetness to her words , which drop from her- ΤΟ A & t 1 . THE IRISH WIDOW .
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