Bell's British Theatre, Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays...: Comediès

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J. Bell; & C. Etherington, 1780 - English drama
 

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Page 23 - Oh, consider it : what would you have to answer for, if you should provoke me to frailty ? Alas ! humanity is feeble, Heaven knows — very feeble, and unable to support itself.
Page 3 - Our age was cultivated thus at length ; But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength.
Page 26 - Why, let me see, I have the same face, the same words and accents when I speak what I do think, and when I speak what I do not think, the very same ; and dear dissimulation is the only art not to be known from nature. Why will mankind be fools, and be deceived, And why are friends
Page 63 - I know not; but he's gone to Sir Paul about my marriage with Cynthia, and has appointed me his heir. MEL. The devil he has! What's to be done?
Page 56 - I'll pity you : — you must needs be married, must ye? there's for that — [Beats his own head] — and to a fine young, modish lady must ye? there's for that too; and, at threescore, you old, doting cuckold ! take that remembrance ; a fine time of day for a man to be bound prentice, when he is past using...
Page 30 - How does he bear his disappointment? Mask. Secure in my assistance, he seemed not much afflicted, but rather laughed at the shallow artifice, which so little time must of necessity discover. Yet he is apprehensive of some farther design of yours and has engaged me to watch you.
Page 24 - May be it is no sin to them that don't think it so ; indeed, if I did not think it a sin — but still my honour, if it were no sin. — But then, to marry my daughter, for the conveniency of frequent opportunities, I'll never consent to that ; as sure as can be I'll break the match.
Page 65 - If I am he, that son, that Torrismond, The world contains not so forlorn a wretch ! Let never man believe he can be happy ! For, when I thought my fortune most secure, One fatal moment tears me from my joys ; And when two hearts were...
Page 3 - Well, then, the promised hour is come at last, The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conquering with force of arms, and dint of wit: Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus...

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