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

J. Bell; & C. Etherington, 1780
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Side 85 - Yes, sir. Stop your mouth, Or I shall draw the only tooth is left. Are not you he, that filthy covetous wretch, With the three legs, that here, in hope of prey, Have, any time this three...
Side 63 - Some certain goods unto the state of Venice, Which I do call my Cautions; and, sir, which I mean, in hope of pension, to propound To the Great Council, then unto the Forty, So to the Ten. My means are made already — Per.
Side 11 - You still are what you were, sir. Only you, Of all the rest, are he commands his love, And you do wisely to preserve it thus, With early visitation, and kind notes Of your good meaning to him, which, I know, Cannot but come most grateful. Patron ! sir ! Here's signior Voltore is come— Volp.
Side 61 - No, sir, on visitation ; (I'll tell you how anon) and staying long, The youth he grows impatient, rushes forth, Seizeth the lady, wounds me, makes her swear (Or he would murder her, that was his vow) T' affirm my patron to have done her rape: Which how unlike it is, you see! and hence, With that pretext he's gone, t' accuse his father, Defame my patron, defeat you VOLT.
Side 34 - Here is a powder concealed in this paper, of which, if I should speak to the worth, nine thousand volumes were but as one page, that page as a line, that line as a word ; so short is this pilgrimage of man (which some call life) to the expressing of it. Would I reflect on the price? Why, the whole world is but as an empire, that empire as a province, that province as a bank, that bank as a private purse, to the purchase of it.
Side 6 - Tear forth the fathers of poor families Out of their beds, and coffin them alive In some kind clasping prison, where their bones May be forthcoming, when the flesh is rotten...
Side 55 - While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night.
Side 84 - Methinks, of all, you should have been the example. Why should you stay here? with what thought, what promise ? Hear you; do you not know, I know you an ass, And that you would most fain have been a wittol If fortune would have let you? that you are A declared cuckold, on good terms?
Side 13 - tis with regret I own it e'en to you ; and, were it possible, you should not know it. Isab. 'Tis frankly owned indeed; but 'tis not kind, perhaps not prudent, after what you know I already am acquainted with. Have I not been bred up with you ? and am I ignorant of a secret which, were it known — Cam. Would be my ruin ; I confess it would. I own you know why both my birth and sex are thus disguised...
Side 22 - So many fears attending on old age, Yea, death so often call'd on, as no wish Can be more frequent with them, their limbs faint, Their senses dull, their seeing, hearing, going, All dead before them ; yea, their very teeth, Their instruments of eating...

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