The Theatrical Bouquet: Containing an Alphabetical Arrangement of the Prologues and Epilogues, which Have Been Published by Distinguished Wits, from the Time that Colley Cibber First Came on the Stage to the Present Year ... |
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AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE ΤΟ MISS IN HER TEENS . F WRITTEN BY MR .
HAVARD . Spoken by Master and Miss Simson , POND of your praise -- the
praise which moft I love , Once more I come your clemency to prove ; Our little
train ...
AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE ΤΟ MISS IN HER TEENS . F WRITTEN BY MR .
HAVARD . Spoken by Master and Miss Simson , POND of your praise -- the
praise which moft I love , Once more I come your clemency to prove ; Our little
train ...
Page 129
Miss Cro . We've lost the day . Cd . T. Tell us , dear Miss , all you have heard and i
seen . Miss Cro . I'm tir'd - a chair - here take my capuchin ! Ld . Min . And isn't it
damn'd , Miss ? Miss Cro . No , my Lord , not quite :: But we shall damn it .
Miss Cro . We've lost the day . Cd . T. Tell us , dear Miss , all you have heard and i
seen . Miss Cro . I'm tir'd - a chair - here take my capuchin ! Ld . Min . And isn't it
damn'd , Miss ? Miss Cro . No , my Lord , not quite :: But we shall damn it .
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Miss Cro . Lord Grimly swore ' twas execrable stuff . Says one , Why so , my lord :
- My lord took snuff . In the first act , lord George began to doze , And criticis'd the
author - through his nose ; So loud indeed , that as his lord ship snor'd , The pit ...
Miss Cro . Lord Grimly swore ' twas execrable stuff . Says one , Why so , my lord :
- My lord took snuff . In the first act , lord George began to doze , And criticis'd the
author - through his nose ; So loud indeed , that as his lord ship snor'd , The pit ...
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T. Now the Barbarian's gone , Miss , tune your tongue , And let us raise our spirits
high with song ! RECITATIVE , Miss Cro . Colonel , de tout mon cæur -I've one in
peltog Which you shall join , and make it a duetto . RECITAT I V E .. Ld . Min .
T. Now the Barbarian's gone , Miss , tune your tongue , And let us raise our spirits
high with song ! RECITATIVE , Miss Cro . Colonel , de tout mon cæur -I've one in
peltog Which you shall join , and make it a duetto . RECITAT I V E .. Ld . Min .
Page 135
Spoken by Miss Pope . Enter , as Polly , laughing - Ha ! ha ! ha ! Y poor Papa's in
woeful agitationWhile I , the Cause , feel hereftriking her bojom ) no
palpitationWe Girls of Reading , and superior Notions , Who from the fountain -
head drink ...
Spoken by Miss Pope . Enter , as Polly , laughing - Ha ! ha ! ha ! Y poor Papa's in
woeful agitationWhile I , the Cause , feel hereftriking her bojom ) no
palpitationWe Girls of Reading , and superior Notions , Who from the fountain -
head drink ...
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