The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar: With Biographical and Critical NoticesEdward Moxon, Dover Street., 1840 - 668 pages |
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Page xcvii
... pinch , and by an instantaneous ruse de guerre , when the case seems hopeless in any other hands . The train of his associations , to express the same thing in metaphysical language , lies in following the suggestions of his fancy into ...
... pinch , and by an instantaneous ruse de guerre , when the case seems hopeless in any other hands . The train of his associations , to express the same thing in metaphysical language , lies in following the suggestions of his fancy into ...
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... pinched her by the thigh will you suffer it ? : Ger . One , two , three , and fall back . Don . Fall back , fall back , back ; some of you are forward enough to back . Ger . Back , madam . Don . Fall back , when he bids you , hussy ...
... pinched her by the thigh will you suffer it ? : Ger . One , two , three , and fall back . Don . Fall back , fall back , back ; some of you are forward enough to back . Ger . Back , madam . Don . Fall back , when he bids you , hussy ...
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... pinched him , punched him , and tickled him ; and yet he would never do the like for me . Re - enter the Black and MONSIEUR . Black . Nay , thus , thus , sir . Prue . And to make my person more acceptable to him , I have used art , as ...
... pinched him , punched him , and tickled him ; and yet he would never do the like for me . Re - enter the Black and MONSIEUR . Black . Nay , thus , thus , sir . Prue . And to make my person more acceptable to him , I have used art , as ...
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... . What , d'ye Enter Mr. PINCHWIFE . Horn . Who have we here ? Pinchwife ? Pinch . Gentlemen , your humble servant . Horn . Well , Jack , by thy long absence from the town , the grumness of thy countenance , and the 72 THE COUNTRY WIFE .
... . What , d'ye Enter Mr. PINCHWIFE . Horn . Who have we here ? Pinchwife ? Pinch . Gentlemen , your humble servant . Horn . Well , Jack , by thy long absence from the town , the grumness of thy countenance , and the 72 THE COUNTRY WIFE .
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... Pinch . What then ? Horn . Why , the next thing that is to be heard , is , thou'rt a cuckold . Pinch . Insupportable name ! [ Aside . Horn . But I did not expect marriage from such a whoremaster as you ; one that knew the town so much ...
... Pinch . What then ? Horn . Why , the next thing that is to be heard , is , thou'rt a cuckold . Pinch . Insupportable name ! [ Aside . Horn . But I did not expect marriage from such a whoremaster as you ; one that knew the town so much ...
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Alith believe better BLACKACRE Caut Chri comedy confess Congreve Country Wife cousin cuckold d'ye damned dancing-master Dapperwit daughter dear Duchess of Marlborough Eliza Exeunt Exit faith Farquhar father Flip fool Fore gentleman GERRARD give Gripe hate hear heart HIPPOLITA honour hope Horn Horner husband impudence Joyn Joyner kiss Lady Fidg Lady Froth Lady Touch laugh look Lord Love for Love lover Lucy madam marriage marry mistress Molière Mons MONSIEUR never night Oliv on't Pinch PINCHWIFE Plain Dealer Plaus play poet poor pray prithee Prue Ranger Re-enter rogue Scan SCENE servant Sir Jasp Sir Paul Sir Samp Sir Sim Spark speak Squeam sure swear talk tell thee there's thing thou art thought twas twill VALENTINE Vanbrugh widow wife woman women Wycherley young
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Page 227 - Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase. Never let us know one another better, for the pleasure of a masquerade is done when we come to show our faces...
Page 179 - 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 258 - till of late; I confess I am not one of those coxcombs who are apt to interpret a woman's good manners to her prejudice; and think that she who does not refuse 'em everything, can refuse 'em nothing.
Page 277 - Now, Petulant, all's over, all's well. Gad, my head begins to whim it about — why dost thou not speak ? thou art both as drunk and as mute as a fish. Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millamant — if you can love me, dear nymph — say it — and that's the conclusion — pass on, or pass off — that's all. Wit. Thou hast uttered volumes, folios, in less than decimo sexto, my dear Lacedemonian.
Page lxxxiv - It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
Page 259 - And for a discerning man somewhat too passionate a lover, for I like her with all her faults; nay, like her for her faults. Her follies are so natural, or so artful, that they become her, and those affectations which in another woman would be odious serve but to make her more agreeable.
Page 259 - em, and got 'em by rote. The Catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one Day or other to hate her heartily : To which end I so...
Page 283 - I confess it had a face of guiltiness,— it was at most an artifice which love contrived; and errors which love produces have ever been accounted venial. At least think it is punishment enough, that I have lost what in my heart I hold most dear, that to your cruel indignation I have offered up this beauty, and with her my peace and quiet; nay, all my hopes of future comfort.
Page 239 - And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page lxxxiv - Touchwoods, in their own sphere, do not offend my moral sense ; in fact they do not appeal to it at all. They seem engaged in their proper element. They break through no laws, or conscientious restraints. They know of none. They have got out of Christendom into the land - what shall I call it? - of cuckoldry - the Utopia of gallantry, where pleasure is duty, and the manners perfect freedom.