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The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar: With ...
William Wycherley,Leigh Hunt
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1840
The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh and Farquhar
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1860
The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and Farquhar, Volum 2
William Wycherley,John Vanbrugh
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1840
Alith appears believe better bring brother Caut character comes confess Congreve cousin dance daughter dear door Enter Exit eyes face Fain faith father fear Flip follow fool Fore fortune Free give gone Gripe hand hast hate hear heart Heaven hold honour hope Horn husband I'll Joyn keep kind Lady leave live look Lord lover Lucy madam marry master mean mind miss mistress Mons nature never night once person Pinch play pleasure poet poor pray present Prue reason SCENE seems servant Spark speak stay sure talk tell thee thing thou thought told Touch town true turn warrant wife wish woman women write young
Side 227 - Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase. Never let us know one another better, for the pleasure of a masquerade is done when we come to show our faces...
Side 179 - May be it is no sin to them that don't think it so; indeed, if I did not think it a sin — but still my honour, if it were no sin. — But then, to marry my daughter, for the conveniency of frequent opportunities, I'll never consent to that ; as sure as can be I'll break the match.
Side 258 - till of late; I confess I am not one of those coxcombs who are apt to interpret a woman's good manners to her prejudice; and think that she who does not refuse 'em everything, can refuse 'em nothing.
Side 277 - Now, Petulant, all's over, all's well. Gad, my head begins to whim it about — why dost thou not speak ? thou art both as drunk and as mute as a fish. Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millamant — if you can love me, dear nymph — say it — and that's the conclusion — pass on, or pass off — that's all. Wit. Thou hast uttered volumes, folios, in less than decimo sexto, my dear Lacedemonian.
Side lxxxiv - It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
Side 259 - And for a discerning man somewhat too passionate a lover, for I like her with all her faults; nay, like her for her faults. Her follies are so natural, or so artful, that they become her, and those affectations which in another woman would be odious serve but to make her more agreeable.
Side 259 - em, and got 'em by rote. The Catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one Day or other to hate her heartily : To which end I so...
Side 283 - I confess it had a face of guiltiness,— it was at most an artifice which love contrived; and errors which love produces have ever been accounted venial. At least think it is punishment enough, that I have lost what in my heart I hold most dear, that to your cruel indignation I have offered up this beauty, and with her my peace and quiet; nay, all my hopes of future comfort.
Side 239 - And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Side lxxxiv - Touchwoods, in their own sphere, do not offend my moral sense ; in fact they do not appeal to it at all. They seem engaged in their proper element. They break through no laws, or conscientious restraints. They know of none. They have got out of Christendom into the land - what shall I call it? - of cuckoldry - the Utopia of gallantry, where pleasure is duty, and the manners perfect freedom.