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Page 17 - Rov. And I'll unload it in your breast, if you stir one step after me. Arg. A bloody-minded dog! But lay hold on that rogue there, that country-cheat.
Page 29 - I'll have him hang'd. Rob. But where are the Thieves ? Arg. Gone, gone, beyond all Hopes of Purfuit. zd Mob. What ! are they gone then ! — Come Neighbours, let us go in, and kill every Mother's Child of 'em.
Page 15 - Consider, Madam, what a life you lead here; what a jealous, ill-natured, watchful, covetous, barbarous, old cuff of a father you have to deal with • — What a glorious opportunity this is, and what a sad, sad, very sad thing it is to die a maid !
Page 19 - I'll fetch the Captain, or the 'Squire's Sifter, perhaps they may make it prattle a bit— Ah! ungracious Girl ! is all my Care come to this ? Is this the Gratitude you...
Page 15 - Bet. Confider, Madam, what a life you lead here ; what a jealous, ill-natured, Watchful, covetous, barbarous, old cuff of a father you have to deal with What a glorious opportunity this is, and what a fad, fad, scry fad thing it is to die a maid ! 'AIR.
Page 6 - Ill have none of your hymns in my house — Give me the book, housewife. Arc. I hope, sir, there is no crime in reading a harmless poem ? Arg. Give me the book, I say ? poems, with a pox ! what are they good for, but to blow up the fire of love, and make young wenches wanton ? — But I have taken care of you...
Page 29 - I shall suspect you are the thieves that mean to rob me of what is yet left. How brave you are, now all the danger's over ! Oh, sirrah, you dog ! [Looking at ROBIN.] you are that rogue, Robin, the captain's man. Seize hi him ! i him, neighbours, seize Rob.
Page 18 - I'll prevent him ; for to-morrow she shall he married certainly, and then my furious gentleman can have no hopes left. A Jezabel, to have a red-coat without any money ! — Had he but money — if he wanted sense, manners, or even manhood itself, it mattered not a pin ; — but to want money is the devil ! Well, I'll secure her under lock and key till to-morrow ; and if her husband can't keep her from captain-hunting, e'en let her bring him a fresh pair of horns every time she goes out upon the chase.
Page 27 - An't please your noble worship's honour and glory, we are his majesty's liege subjects, and were terrified out of our habitations and dwelling-places, by a cry from abroad; which your noble worship must understand was occasionable by the gentleman of this house, who...