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 47 - Would that these eyes had Heaven's own lightning, that, with a look, thus I might blast thee ! Am I then fallen so low? Has poverty so humbled me, that I should listen to a hellish offer, and sell my soul for bread?
Page 41 - tis a right usurped by losers, to think the winners knaves — We'll have more manhood in us. Bev. I know not what to think This night has stung me to the quick — Blasted my reputation too — I have bound my honour to these vipers ; played meanly upon credit, till I tired them ; and now they shun me, to rifle one another. What's to be done ? Stuke. Nothing. My counsels have been fatal. Bev. By...
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Page 30 - Rejects all nourishment, or turns to gall The very balm that should relieve its anguish. He will admire thy love, which could persuade him To give up glory for the milder triumph Of heart-felt ease and soft humanity. Horatia. I fain would hope so. Yet we hear not of him. Your brother, much I fear, has sued in vain.
Page 19 - I am a dependent on my lady — a poor, forsaken, helpless orphan. Your benevolent mother found me, took me to her bosom, and there supplied my parental loss with every tender care, indulgent dalliance, and with all the sweet persuasion that maternal fondness, religious precept, polished manners, and hourly example, could administer. She fostered me; [ Weeps ;] and shall I now turn viper, and with black ingratitude sting the tender heart that thus has cherished me'?
Page 41 - twas made for you. Very good coffee, indeed, Mr. Tomlins. Sons of care, 'twas made for you.
Page 22 - I have no heart to see this change. Bev. Nor I to bear it. How speaks the world of me. Jarvis ? Jar. As of a good man dead. Of one who, walking in a dream, fell down a precipice. The world is sorry for you.
Page 20 - Why, what a World is this! The Slave that digs for Gold, receives his daily Pittance, and sleeps contented ; while those, for whom he labours, convert their Good to Mischief; making Abundance the Means of Want.

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