The Deserted Daughter: A Comedy, Volumen92,Tema 2G.G. and J. Robinson, 1795 - 86 páginas |
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accufe Afide againſt beauty becauſe Betty Blefs caft canna cauſe Chev child Clem Clement Curfe damme damned daugh daughter dear deed deferve defire Dover-ftreet dunna eftate Enfield Enter CHEVERIL Enter DONALD Enter MORDENT eſcaped Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fecrets fecure feen fent feven fhall fhew fhould fign firſt fome fool foon forry foul fpeak fpirit fuch fuffer fure fweet girl go-between Green Park Grime happineſs hear heart himfal honeft houfe houſe huſband I'ze impoffible infult Item Joanna Lady ANNE lefs Lennox liften loft madam mafter mifchief mifery moſt muft muſt myſelf never faw paffion Pfhaw pleaſe pleaſure prefent purpoſes rafcal Sarfnet SCENE SCENE SCENE VII Sdeath ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell theſe thouſand underſtand villain wicked wifh wiſh wretchedneſs wull yeer yourſelf Zounds
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Página 4 - I wifh fome folks had a little of my fpirit! other folks, mayhap, mut find the difference ! Don. Troth, an yee wad nae be fneaking o' that, Mrs. Sarfnet. Mrs. Sar. A poor weak woman, who can only take her own part by crying, and fainting ! Don. Ye forget, Mrs. Sarfnet, there are fome poor weak women that ha
Página 18 - I'll copy that wild man's portrait. Mrs. En. Wild? Joanna. Nay, for that matter, you need not fear him: but if you know any vain, foolifh young girls, that love flaunting, and will lifteti to fine promifes, bid them beware of him!
Página 44 - Permiffion? Oh, yes— No! I'll be •wicked but not unprincipled: I won't lie! That is a paltry fcoundrel vice ; no foul in it. Look you, if that fum will not content you, tell me what will ? Mrs. En. Why, fir, you are fuch a handfome, charming, pleafant young gentleman, that — if you could fpare me another fuch—? Chev. To fettle accounts with your honour. Well, there. Mrs. En. Obferve, fir — it is. only a fhart converfation.
Página 10 - Nonr but fools condescend to live. Men exert their whole faculties to torture one another. Animals are the prey of animals. Flowers bloom to be plucked and perish. The very grass grows to be torn and eaten ; trees to be mangled, sawed, rooted up, and burned. The whole is a system of exquisite misery, and I have my full proportion ! — Oh ! this girl ! Why am I thus perturbed concerning her! She can but be wretched; and wretchedness...
Página 34 - Ye never faw the face o' her, fin fhe hung a wee giglet at the breaft! Weel, weel ! Nothing comes more furely tul licht than that which is long hidden ! An ill life, an ill end ! [Exit. Mor. WOlves, tigers, - ferpents were firft created, and then man ! Len. You are truly a high fellow, Mordent : you fpend your fortune, wrong your wife, and difown your child ! That is, you inflict mifery and then tell us all are miferable.
Página 25 - I'll fpeak a word! Lady A. (With great kindnefs) What you have done has been affectionately meant. I am forry to have given you pain, and to have excited your tears. But I muft earneftly defire you will commit no more fuch miftakes. They are wrong, in themfelves ; and every way fatal to my peace. Mrs. Sar. (Catching and...
Página 12 - I would teach him to fleep in two beds ! A pretty fafhion truly ! I would tell him I was afraid of ghofts ; and fo I married becaufe I could not nor I would not lie alone. So let him remember that. Lady A. Why were you fo long in bringing the meffage back ?, Mrs.
Página 35 - Mor. My affairs are at a crifis ; and, if I augur rightly, it will foon be all over with me. Len. Hope better. Come ; come with me to Enfield's. Mor. I'll meet you there in half an hour. Len. Do not fail. I am all impatience. [Exit. Mor. Juft fo are curs fighting, and thieves in the act of plundering. Man is ever eager on raifchief!
Página 26 - I had studied a speech; but, somehow, there was such a sweet severity in her looks — I — I had not the power to utter a word ! Len. Courageous lover ! Chev.
Página 40 - I am forty to tell you, here is the upholfterer below, who is very infolent, and declares, if he be not paid immediately, he will have an execution in the houfe before night. Mor. Scoundrel ! — Could not you put him off for a week? Item. He has been put off too often. Mor. Are there no means by which you might advance me that fum yourfelf ? Item. Oh, that I could ! It would make me the happieft man on earth ! Mor.