The modern theatre; a collection of successful modern plays selected by mrs. Inchbald, Volume 8

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Page 278 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 197 - I, to listen so long to the hollow croakings of this melancholy sea monster — a rusty old weather-cock ; always pointing one way, and that to the quarter of misfortune — I miserable ! — What should make me so ?— Is not my wife kind and faithful, and only a little troublesome now and then for my good ? — Is not my son generous and gay — and — and like his father, as a son should be? — and a'n't I stout in body, and sound in mind ? — And is not every thing as I would have it ? —...
Page 147 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 195 - Nay, if that were all, there might be hopes — the early little irregularities that grow out of the honest passions of our nature are sometimes an advantage to the ripened man ; they carry their own remedy along with them, and when remedied, they generally leave the person wiser and better than they found him — wiser for his experience, and better for the indulgence which they give him towards the infirmities of others — but a canting, whining, preaching profligate...
Page 270 - Sir O. Well said, Monsieur ! cart before the horse. — But now I am alone, let me see how my accounts stand : I have secured the French nabob for my niece ; now it would be a master stroke if I could obtain the English one for my daughter, and thus centre the two nabobs in my own family. This son of the colonel's is a downright savage ; Charlotte never could like him ; or, if she...
Page 194 - tis something, my worthy neighbour, to have a trusty friend to take a kind interest in one's misfortunes — to share, as it were, the sad load of life — to ride and tie with one in the weary pilgrimage — O, 'tis a charming thing to have a friend ! Adm.
Page 256 - I am astonished nt the appearance of opulence and prosperity to be met with every where ; and the pleasing sensation I feel, to find my country in that state, is indescribable. Col. Let gloomy politicians continue to predict and foresee calamities that exist only in imagination ; whilst the genius of industry continues to smile upon. the labours of the husbandman, the mechanic, and the manufacturer, and whilst strict probity is the character of England in her dealings with all other nations, the...
Page 196 - Man. (In a rage.} (Both rising.) I believe not, indeed ; you fusty, musty, old, foul-mouthed, weather-beaten coxcomb — timbers approaching fast to decay ! Whose timbers do you mean, old jurymast ? look at your own crazy hulk — do — and don't keep quoting your damn'd log-book criticisms upon your juniors and your betters. Adm. Cleve. Nay, my good friend.
Page 247 - Look you there now : she knows I love contradiction in my heart, and therefore seems averse to the match, because she thinks it will please me. But, come ; you and your mother and my niece shall go pay the Colonel and his son a morning visit. Char. Sir, as you insist upon it, I will go as I would to any other great natural curiosity.
Page 272 - Sir O. Nothing that I value — Young man, when you have lived as many years with the world as I have, you'll learn to make your happiness independent of its opinion — Don't you see knaves and fools every day rise into consequence, and all from the opinion of the world — the opinion of the world, Sir ! It's a mouthful of moonshine. Man. I believe with you that the world is too indolent...

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