The Works of Thomas Otway: Friendship in fashion. The history and fall of Caius Marius. The orphan, or, The unhappy marriage. The soldier's fortuneT. Turner, 1813 |
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Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton. Cour . Dear , dear sir Jolly , where and when ? Sir Jol . Odd ! as simple as I stand ... Dav . Well , of all blessings , a discreet wife is the greatest that can light upon a man of years : had I been ...
Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton. Cour . Dear , dear sir Jolly , where and when ? Sir Jol . Odd ! as simple as I stand ... Dav . Well , of all blessings , a discreet wife is the greatest that can light upon a man of years : had I been ...
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... sir Davy , down , down upon thy knees , and thank thy stars for this deli- verance . Beau . ' Sdeath ! what's that I see ? sure ' tis the very picture which I sent by sir ... Sir Dav . And perhaps , sir , I care 316 THE SOLDIER'S FORTUNE .
... sir Davy , down , down upon thy knees , and thank thy stars for this deli- verance . Beau . ' Sdeath ! what's that I see ? sure ' tis the very picture which I sent by sir ... Sir Dav . And perhaps , sir , I care 316 THE SOLDIER'S FORTUNE .
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Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton. Sir Dav . And perhaps , sir , I care not for you , nor your reasons neither . " Beau . Sir , if you are at leisure , I would beg the ho- nour to speak with you . it Sir Dav . With me , sir ? what's your ...
Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton. Sir Dav . And perhaps , sir , I care not for you , nor your reasons neither . " Beau . Sir , if you are at leisure , I would beg the ho- nour to speak with you . it Sir Dav . With me , sir ? what's your ...
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... sir . Sir Dav . Go , sir , you are a rascal . Beau . How ! Sir Dav . Sir , I say you are a rascal , a very impu dent rascal ; nay , I'll prove you to be a rascal , if you go to that-- Beau . Sir , I am a gentleman and a soldier . Sir ...
... sir . Sir Dav . Go , sir , you are a rascal . Beau . How ! Sir Dav . Sir , I say you are a rascal , a very impu dent rascal ; nay , I'll prove you to be a rascal , if you go to that-- Beau . Sir , I am a gentleman and a soldier . Sir ...
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... Sir . Dav . Trade ! humph , what trade ? what trade , friend ? Beau . Why the trade of whore and no whore , cater- wauling in jest , putting out Christian colours , when she's a Turk under deck : a curse upon all honest wo- men in the ...
... Sir . Dav . Trade ! humph , what trade ? what trade , friend ? Beau . Why the trade of whore and no whore , cater- wauling in jest , putting out Christian colours , when she's a Turk under deck : a curse upon all honest wo- men in the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acast art thou Beau Beaugard Bloody-B brother Caius Marius Camilla Caper Cast Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Clum Cour Courtine cuckold dæmon dear devil dost e'er ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith father fear fellow fool fortune Fourbin gentleman gods gone Goodvile hang happy hate hear heart heav'n honest honour hope Lady Squ Lady SQUEAMISH ladyship Lavinia Lettice lord madam Malagene Marius Metellus methinks Monimia murder ne'er never night Nurse on't Polydore poor pow'r pr'ythee rogue Rome Romeo and Juliet Saunt Saunter servant Sir Dav Sir DAVY DUNCE Sir Jol sir Jolly sir Noble slave soul Sulp Sulpitius sure swear Sylla Sylv tell thee there's thing thou art thought Truman twas twill Valentine Vict Victoria what's whores wife wilt woman would'st wretched wrong'd
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 138 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Seite 140 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 128 - Of healths five fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Seite 191 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 162 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops : I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 138 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Seite 254 - I'd leave the world for him that hates a woman. Woman, the fountain of all human frailty ! What mighty ills have not been done by woman ? Who was't betray'd the capitol ? A woman. Who lost Mark Antony the world ? A woman. Who was the cause of a long ten years...
Seite 140 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Seite 140 - Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Seite 138 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.