The dramatic works of Molière, rendered into Engl. by H. van Laun with a prefatory memoir [&c.].

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Page 367 - Truths! ha! ha! ha! No, no; since you will have it,— I mean, he never speaks truth at all,— that's all. He will lie like a chambermaid, or a woman of quality's porter.
Page 177 - Sirrah, refund the sack: Jeremy, fetch him some warm water, or I'll rip up his stomach, and go the shortest way to his conscience.
Page 371 - Fore heaven, madam, if they were to consider the sporting with reputation of as much importance as poaching on manors, and pass an act for the preservation of fame as well as game, I believe many would thank them for the bill.
Page 370 - Nay, I vow Lady Stucco is very well with the dessert after dinner, for she's just like the French fruit one cracks for mottoes — made up of paint and proverb.
Page 371 - I would have law merchant for them too; and in all cases of slander currency, whenever the drawer of the lie was not to be found, the injured parties should have a right to come on any of the indorsers.
Page 351 - I should not have cared for him, without you neither; for the pleasure which fops afford, is like that of drinking, only good when 'tis shared; and a fool, like a bottle, which would make you merry in company, will make you dull alone.
Page 352 - Man. Because he that is, you'll say, a true friend to a man, is a friend to all his friends : but you must pardon me : I cannot wish well to pimps, flatterers, detractors, and cowards...
Page 365 - I'll give an account of you and your proceedings. If indiscretion be a sign of love, you are the most a lover of anybody that I know. You fancy that parting with your estate will help you to your mistress. In my mind he is a thoughtless adventurer, Who hopes to purchase wealth by selling land, Or win a mistress with a losing hand.
Page 366 - Good, good, hang him, don't let's talk of him;— Fainall, how does your lady? Gad! I say anything in the world to get this fellow out of my head. I beg pardon that I should ask a man of pleasure, and the town, a question at once so foreign and domestick.
Page 371 - I beg your pardon — there's no stopping these good gentlemen's tongues. But when I tell you, Mrs. Candour, that the lady they are abusing is a particular friend of mine, I hope you'll not take her part.

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