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Adelaide Alith Alithea BEEFEATER Belv Belville better brother Colonel cou'd damn'd DANGLE dear devil Dorothy Dowd DUKE egad Eleanor Enter Exeunt Exit fellow fool FREEMAN Frill gentleman George give GYMP happy Harcourt Hare hear heart honour hope Jack Connor JESSAMY KITTY L O V E Lady BAB Lady CHARLOTTE Lady MINIKIN laugh look Lord Esm Lord Esmond Lord Janus Lord MINIKIN lordship LOVEL Lucy Madam marry Mary master Minuet Miss TITTUP mistress Moody Muns never niece night Oliver PHILIP play Polyc Polycarp poor pray pretty PUFF Rachel sace samily SCENE Servant shew shou'd Sir Charles Freemantle Sir FRETFUL Sir HARRY Sir JOHN Sir Sol Sir Solomon SNEER Spark Sparkish sure tell Theatre Royal thee there's thing thou TILBURINA TIVY wou'd young Zounds
Page 14 - I am never so well pleased as when a judicious critic points out any defect to me; for what is the purpose of showing a work to a friend, if you don't mean to profit by his opinion ? Sneer — Very true. Why then, though I seriously admire the piece upon the whole, yet there is one small objection; which, if you'll give me leave, I'll mention.
Page 19 - Sneer. Why, he roundly asserts that you have not the slightest invention or original genius whatever, though you are the greatest traducer of all other authors living. Sir F.
Page 20 - Ha! Sneer. In short, that even the finest passages you steal are of no service to you ; for the poverty of your own language prevents their assimilating, so that they lie on the surface like lumps of marl on a barren moor, encumbering what it is not in their power to fertilize.
Page 16 - Oh, if Mr. Dangle read it, that's quite another affair !— But I assure you, Mrs. Dangle, the first evening you can spare me three hours and a half...
Page 31 - Your servant, sir: no, I thank you. 'Gad, I go to a play as to a country treat; I carry my own wine to one, and my own wit to t'other, or else I'm sure I should not be merry at either. And the reason why we are so often louder than the players, is, because we think we speak more wit, and so become the poet's rivals in his audience...
Page 26 - Faith, dear, not that I care one pin for their talk there; but I like to look upon the player-men, and would see, if I could, the gallant you say loves me: that's all, dear bud.
Page 49 - Lord, what d'ye make a fool of me for? Don't I know that letters are never writ but from the country to London, and from London into the country? Now he's in town, and I am in town too ; therefore I can't write to him, you know.
Page 16 - Tis very well; but I'll keep him from doing you any harm, or me either. But here comes company; get you in, get you in. Mrs.