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Adolphine Aldwinkle Antipholis Aspic Barbadoes better breeches Broad Bustle Charles Stanley coat Comedy of Errors Crosses Dame daugh daughter dear devil Dickory door Dromio Duke Elderberry Ellen Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit father feedle fellow feyther gentleman give hand happy hear heart honour husband Inkle Jessy King knock lady look Lord LUDGATE HILL ma'am madam Mary master Miss Vortex Monsieur Tonson Morbleu Nabob Narcissa never Nicodemus Oatland Old Rapid poor pray Rosine SCENE servant shew Sir Christopher Sir G Sir Guy Sir Hub Sir Hubert Stanley Suck sure Syracuse tell Templeton THEATRES ROYAL thee there's thing Thom thou Trudge Usef Vincent waistcoat What's wife Wing Wows Wowski Y.Rap Yarico Young Rapid Zounds
Page 7 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Page 10 - Tis education forms the common mind ; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Page 6 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Page 20 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Page 7 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 3 - Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ; Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous heart, Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
Page 5 - Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave; Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave: Is he a Churchman?
Page 5 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And, with some sweet oblivious antidote, Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart...