Wild Oats; Or, The Strolling Gentlemen;: A Comedy, in Five Acts; as Performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1806 - 85 pages

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Page 52 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; • And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 41 - God save the mark! And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Page 53 - Of your precedent lord ; a vice of kings ; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! Queen.
Page 52 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 41 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Page 40 - Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment ; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Page 53 - Martin brand. Then let the flies gambol over it for a few days, and you have it. It is an emblem of Sweet Liberty. At the Howard House the man of sin rubbeth the hair of the horse to the bowels of the cat, and our girls are waving their lily-white hoofs in the dazzling waltz.
Page 30 - Monimia, my sister, born as high And noble, as Castalio. — Do her justice, , Or, by the gods, I'll lay a scene of blood, Shall make this dwelling horrible to nature. I'll do't — Hark you, my lord, your son Castalio, Take him to your closet, and there teach him manners.
Page 27 - Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; That every eye, which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd everywhere. Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, the unexpressive she.
Page 45 - I'm dressed, step out and enquire whose house is this my father's at ; I did not think he had any acquaintance in this part of the country. Sound what humour he's in, and how the land lies, before I venture in his presence. [Exeunt. Enter SIR GEORGE THUNDER, agitated, and LANDLORD. Sir. Geo. I can hear nothing of these deserters ; yet, by my first intelligence, they'll. not venture up to London. They must still be lurking about the country. Landlord, have any suspicious persons put in at your house...

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