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Absolute Acres believe better Beverley brother Captain Cham character Charles Chas Clara Comedy Crab Dang Dangle dear Don Ferd Don Jerome Duen Duenna egad Enter Sir Exeunt Exit faith father Faulk Faulkland fellow gentleman girl give hear heart honour Isaac Jack Julia Lady Bell Lady F lady Filmot Lady Sneer Lady Teaz ladyship lord Stewkly Louisa lover Lucy Lydia Ma'am Madam Malaprop married matter Miss mistress morning never O'Con play poor pray pretty Puff Rivals Rosy Scene School for Scandal sentiments Servant Sheridan shoud Sir Anth Sir Anthony Sir Fret Sir Jeremy Sir Jonathan Sir Luc Sir Lucius Sir Oliv Sir Pet Sir Peter speak Stap suppose sure Surf Teazle tell there's thing thou thought Tilb true Tryfort Unkle wish word woud young Zounds
Page 15 - Mai. What business have you, Miss, with preference and aversion ? They don't become a young woman ; and you ought to know, that as both always wear off, 'tis safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. I am sure I hated your poor dear uncle before marriage as if he 'd been a black-a-moor—and yet,
Page 159 - Very well ! ma'am very well ! so a husband is to have no influence, no authority ? Lady Teaz. Authority ! no, to be sure—if you wanted authority over me, you should have adopted me and not married me I am sure you were old enough. Sir Pet. Old enough—aye there it
Page 33 - so bashfully irresolute ! not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love ! Then, Jack, her cheeks ! her cheeks, Jack ! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes ! Then, Jack, her lips !—O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion ; and if not smiling, more sweetly pouting ; more lovely in sullenness. Abs.
Page 68 - For instance, now — if that should be the case — would you chuse to be pickled and sent home ' — or would it be the same to you to lie here in the Abbey ' I'm told there is very snug lying in the Abbey. Acres. Pickled ! — Snug lying in the Abbey ! — Odds tremors ! Sir Lucius, don't talk so ! Sir
Page 221 - Bless'd were the fair like you ; her faults who stopp'd, And closed her follies when the curtain dropp'd ! No more in vice or error to engage, Or play the fool at large on life's great stage." THE CRITIC; OR, A TRAGEDY REHEARSED. A DRAMATIC PIECE IN THREE ACTS. TO MRS.
Page 234 - you are quite right, Sir Fretful, never to read such nonsense. Sir Fret. To be sure—for if there is anything to one's praise, it is a foolish vanity to be gratified at it ; and, if it is abuse—why one is Always sure to hear of it from one damned good-natured friend or other ! Enter SERVANT.
Page 27 - Zounds! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the Crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the Bull's in Cox's Museum ; she shall have a skin like a mammy, and the beard of a Jew—she shall be all this, sirrah
Page 159 - Lord ! Sir Peter am I to blame because Flowers are dear in cold weather '. You should find fault with the Climate, and not with me. For my Part I 'm sure I wish it was spring all the year round—and that Roses grew under one's Feet ! Sir Pet. Oons
Page 160 - Lud Sir Peter would you have me be out of the Fashion ? Sir Pet. The Fashion indeed !—what had you to do with the Fashion before you married me ? Lady Teaz. For my Part—I should think you would like to have your wife thought a woman of Taste—
Page 159 - with Flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon into a Greenhouse, and give a Fete Champetre at Christmas. Lady Teaz. Lord ! Sir Peter am I to blame because Flowers are dear in cold weather '. You should find fault with the Climate, and not with me. For my Part