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Page 375 - Thou miracle of impudence ! would'st thou make me believe, that such a grave gentleman as my father would go a masquerading thus ? That a person of threescore and three would run about in a fool's coat, to disgrace himself and family ? Why, you impudent villain, do you think I will suffer such an affront to pass upon my honoured father, my worthy father, my dear father?
Page 144 - I'm sorry, sir, you have so mean an opinion of my affection, as to imagine it founded upon your fortune. And, to convince you of your mistake, here I vow, by all that's sacred, I own the same affection now as before. Let it suffice, my fortune is considerable. Stand. No, madam, no ; I'll never be a charge to her I love ! The man that sells himself for gold, is the worst of prostitutes.
Page 390 - Hal ha! ha! Dur. Hell broke loose upon me, and all the furies fluttered about my ears ! Betrayed again ! Bis. That you are, upon my word, my dear captain ; ha! ha! ha! Dur. The Lord deliver me ! 1 Lady. What ! is this the mighty man with the bull-face that comes to frighten ladies ? I long to see him angry ; come, begin.
Page 331 - Like hungry Guests a sitting Audience looks : Plays are like Suppers: Poets are the Cooks. The Founders you; The Table is this Place. The Carvers, We ; the Prologue is the Grace. Each Act, a Course; Each Scene, a different Dish.
Page 225 - ... my sight; for, if you are perfect woman, you have confidence to outface a crime, and bear the charge of guilt without a blush.
Page 3 - Courage the highest gift, that scorns to bend To mean devices for a sordid end. Courage — an independent spark from Heaven's bright throne, By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, high, alone.
Page 354 - ... d'ye pray for ? Why, for a husband : that is, you implore Providence to assist you in the just and pious design of making the wisest of his creatures a fool, and the head of the creation a slave.
Page 373 - Good my lord, a nobler choice had better suited your lordship's merit. My person, rank, and circumstance, expose me as the public theme of raillery, and subject me so to injurious usage, my lord, that I can lay no claim to any part of your regard, except your pity. Old Mir. Breathes he vital air, that dares presume, With rude behaviour, to profane such excellence?
Page 339 - Pet. Yes, sir : and who should I find there but Mr Mirabel and the captain, hatching as warmly over a tub of ice, as two hen pheasants over a brood they would not let me bespeak any thing, for they hail dined before I came.
Page 123 - When they have pardoned my faults, 'twere very ill manners to condemn their indulgence. Some may think (my acquaintance in town being too slender to make a party for the play) that the success must be derived from the pure merits of the cause. I am of another opinion : I have not been long enough in town to raise enemies against me ; and the English are still kind to strangers. I am below the envy of great wits, and above the malice of little ones. I have not displeased the ladies, nor offended the...