The British Drama: Illustrated, Том 1John Dicks, 1886 |
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... Harry , all above board , fair and open . Ros . Perhaps I may be censured by some for this candid declaration ; but I love to speak my sentiments ; and I assure you , Sir William , in my opinion , I should prefer a gardener with your ...
... Harry , all above board , fair and open . Ros . Perhaps I may be censured by some for this candid declaration ; but I love to speak my sentiments ; and I assure you , Sir William , in my opinion , I should prefer a gardener with your ...
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... Harry , she richly deserves it . Sneak . Vill you , brother , lend me a lift . Bruin . Command me at all times . Heel . Here , stand by me : and let us , neighbours , proceed to open the premunire of the thing : but first , your ...
... Harry , she richly deserves it . Sneak . Vill you , brother , lend me a lift . Bruin . Command me at all times . Heel . Here , stand by me : and let us , neighbours , proceed to open the premunire of the thing : but first , your ...
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... , that after all my toil , I stain'd my regimentals by a broil . To you I dedicate boots , sword , and shield- Sir J. As harmless in the chamber as the field . 529 MR . SULKY . MR . DORNTON . HARRY THE MAYOR OF GARRATT . 153.
... , that after all my toil , I stain'd my regimentals by a broil . To you I dedicate boots , sword , and shield- Sir J. As harmless in the chamber as the field . 529 MR . SULKY . MR . DORNTON . HARRY THE MAYOR OF GARRATT . 153.
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... HARRY DORNTON . MR . MILFORD . GOLDFINCH . SILKY . ACT I. SCENE I. - The House of Dornton . E Enter MR . DORNTON . Dornton . Past two o'clock , and not yet returned ! Well , well ; it's my own fault . Mr. Smith . Mr. Smith . Sir . Enter ...
... HARRY DORNTON . MR . MILFORD . GOLDFINCH . SILKY . ACT I. SCENE I. - The House of Dornton . E Enter MR . DORNTON . Dornton . Past two o'clock , and not yet returned ! Well , well ; it's my own fault . Mr. Smith . Mr. Smith . Sir . Enter ...
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... HARRY DORNTON , MILFORD , and Postillions . Postillions . We smoked along , your honour . Harry . ( Knocks at the aor of Mr. Dornton's house . ) I know you did . Had you been less free with your whips , you would have been a crown the ...
... HARRY DORNTON , MILFORD , and Postillions . Postillions . We smoked along , your honour . Harry . ( Knocks at the aor of Mr. Dornton's house . ) I know you did . Had you been less free with your whips , you would have been a crown the ...
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