The Minor Theatre: Garrick, D. The guardian. Foote, S. The minor. Murphy, A. The citizen. Garrick, D. High life below stairs. Murphy, A. The upholsterer

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J. Jarvis, 1794

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Сторінка 9 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike; And like the sun. they shine on all alike.
Сторінка 57 - Geo. Wrong you ! how came you here, and for what purpose ? Lucy. A shameful one. I know it all ; and yet believe me, Sir, I am innocent. Sir Geo. Oh, I don't question that. Your pious patroness is a proof of your innocence. Lucy. What can I say to gain your credit? And yet, sir, strong as appearances are against me, by all that's holy, you see me here, a poor distrest, involuntary victim.
Сторінка 55 - Hold ye, hold ye ; let me talk of law ; — I know the law better nor any on ye Two husbands at once — No, no — Men are scarce, and that's downright poaching. Maria. I am sorry for it, Sir For then I can't marry him, I see.
Сторінка 23 - I have, in a feigned character, associated myself with a set of rascals, who will spread every bait that can flatter folly, inflame extravagance, allure inexperience, or catch credulity. And when, by their means, he thinks himself reduced to the last extremity; lost even to the most distant hope Shift.
Сторінка 10 - Rob. Sir, I am but a servant myself : and it would not become me to speak ill of a brother-servant.
Сторінка 14 - ... with the great bible under his arm, to St. Bride's, on a Sunday ; bring home the text, repeat the divisions of the discourse, dine at twelve, and regale upon a gaudy day with buns and beer at Islington, or Mile End. R. Weal, Wonderfully facetious! Sir Will. Our modern lads are of a different metal.
Сторінка 33 - The more I reflect upon what has passed, the more I am convinced that she did not intend writing to this young fellow. What am I to think of it, then? Let a man be ever so much upon his guard against the approaches of vanity, yet he will find himself weak in 150 that quarter.
Сторінка 18 - He had the assurance, last winter, to court a tradesman's daughter in the city, with two thousand pounds to her fortune — and got me to write his love-letters.
Сторінка 31 - His honour is a prince, gives noble wages, and keeps noble company; and yet you two are not contented, but cheat him wherever you can lay your fingers, — Shame on you ! Lov.
Сторінка 33 - tis a merry little tit. A thousand pities she's such a reprobate ! — But she'll mend ; her time is not come : all shall have their call, as Mr Squintum says, sooner or later ; regeneration is not the work of a day.

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