The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...

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Mrs. Inchbald
Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - English drama
 

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Page 60 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Page 19 - My cave must conceal you: none enter it, since my father was slain in battle. I will bring you food by day, then lead you to our unfrequented groves by moonlight, to listen to the nightingale. If you should sleep, I'll watch you, and awake you when there's danger. Inkle. Generous maid! Then, to you will I owe my life; and whilst it lasts, nothing shall part us.
Page 21 - Sir? > Vapid. Yes, her passion for the stage ; that, in my mind, makes her the first of her sex. Lady. Sir, she has no passion for the stage. Vapid. Yes, yes, she has. Lady. But I protest she has not. • Vapid. But I declare and affirm it as a fact, she has a strong passion for the stage, and a violent attachment for all the people that belong to it. Lady. Sir, I don't understand you — explain. Vapid. Harkye, — we are alone — I promise it shall go no further, and I'll let you into a secret...
Page 35 - While at home the tarries, What must be the lass's life, Who a soldier marries. Now with weary marching spent, Dancing now before the tent, Lira, lira, lira, lira, lira la, With her jolly soldier. In the camp, at night, she lies, ' Wind and weather scorning, Only...
Page 11 - Count. Damnation! Offi. Near the cloister, From whence, by the flat door's descent, a passage Beneath the ground leads onward to the convent, We heard the echo of a falling weight, And sought it by the sound. Count. Well, and what then? Offi, The unsettled dust left us no room to doubt The door had just been rais'd. Count. She has escap'd, And by confed'racy : to force that bar, Without more aid, had baffled twice her strength) Go on. Offi.. We enter'd ; with resistance bold.
Page 28 - Enter Patty, hastily. Patty. Oh lud, ma'am, I'm frightened out of my wits! sure as I'm alive, ma'am, Mr. Inkle is not dead; I saw his man, ma'am, just now, coming ashore in a boat, with other passengers, from the vessel that's come to the island. [Exit.] Nar. Then one way or other I must determine. — [To Campley.} Look'ye, Mr.
Page 30 - ... what it means; while we can tell the meaning of it, with little or no practice at all. — Lord, Lord, what a fine advantage Christian learning is! Hark'ee, Wows! Wows. Iss. Trudge. Now we've accomplished our landing, I'll accomplish you. You remember the instructions I gave you on the voyage? Wows. Iss. Trudge. Let's see now — What are you to do, when I introduce you to the nobility, gentry, and others — of my acquaintance? Wows. Make believe sit down; then get up. Trudge. Let me see you...
Page 60 - I sing the song that pleases you. No cares, love, but for food — and we'll live cheerily, I warrant — In the fresh, early morning, you shall hunt down our game, and I will pick you berries— and then, at night, I'll trim our bed of leaves, and lie me down in peace. — Oh ! we shall be so happy ! — Inkle.
Page 31 - Remember when we walked alone And heard, so gruff, the lion growl, And when the moon so bright it shone, We saw the wolf look up and howl; I led you well, safe to our cell, While tremblingly You said to me — And kiss'd so sweet: dear Wowski, tell, How could I live without ye? But now you come across the sea And tell me here no monsters roar; You'll walk alone, and leave poor me, When wolves, to fright you, howl no more.
Page 32 - Hark'ee, young man ? is that young Indian of yours, going to our market? Trudge. Not she — she never went to market in all her life. Plant. I mean, is she for our sale of slaves ? Our black fair? Trudge. A black fair, ha! ha! ha! You hold, it on a brown green, I suppose. Plant . She's your slave, I take it ? Trudge. Yes ; and I'm her humble servant, I take it. Plant. Aye, aye, natural enough at sea. — But at how much do you value her ? Trudge. Just as much as she has saved me — My own life....

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