The Busy Body: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 112 Seiten |
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... mistress ! who the devil ta you the art of reasoning ? I assure you they have a greater faith than I pretend to , that can t any woman innocent who requires liberty ; there Patch , to your charge I give her ; lock her up come back from ...
... mistress ! who the devil ta you the art of reasoning ? I assure you they have a greater faith than I pretend to , that can t any woman innocent who requires liberty ; there Patch , to your charge I give her ; lock her up come back from ...
Seite 45
... mistress . [ Exit . Enter WHISPER , Whisp . So , I saw Sir Jealous go out : where shall I find Mrs. Patch now ? Enter PATCH . Patch . Oh , Mr. Whisper ! my lady saw you out of the window , and order'd me to bid you fly and let your ...
... mistress . [ Exit . Enter WHISPER , Whisp . So , I saw Sir Jealous go out : where shall I find Mrs. Patch now ? Enter PATCH . Patch . Oh , Mr. Whisper ! my lady saw you out of the window , and order'd me to bid you fly and let your ...
Seite 49
... mistress then ? -Mum - you know I can be silent upon occasion . Cha . I wish you could be civil too : I tell you , you neither must nor shall go with me . Farewell . [ Exit . Mar. Why then - I must and will follow you . [ Ex . E ACT III ...
... mistress then ? -Mum - you know I can be silent upon occasion . Cha . I wish you could be civil too : I tell you , you neither must nor shall go with me . Farewell . [ Exit . Mar. Why then - I must and will follow you . [ Ex . E ACT III ...
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... mistress ! Isab . Pardon me , sir , ' tis your own ridiculous hu- mour draws you into these vexations , and givės every fool pretence to banter you . Sir Jeal . No , ' tis your idle conduct , your coquet- tish flirting into the balcony ...
... mistress ! Isab . Pardon me , sir , ' tis your own ridiculous hu- mour draws you into these vexations , and givės every fool pretence to banter you . Sir Jeal . No , ' tis your idle conduct , your coquet- tish flirting into the balcony ...
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... mistress ? " Isab . What does she mean by owning it ? " Patch . Yes , sir , it is . Sir Jeal . What is it ? speak . Patch . Yes , sir , it is a charm for the tooth - ache - I have worn it these seven years ; ' twas given me by an angel ...
... mistress ? " Isab . What does she mean by owning it ? " Patch . Yes , sir , it is . Sir Jeal . What is it ? speak . Patch . Yes , sir , it is a charm for the tooth - ache - I have worn it these seven years ; ' twas given me by an angel ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adad Alderman Alex Alexas Antony arms BUSY BODY Cæsar cann't Carmelite Chargy Charles Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clin CLINCHER colonel Cour Courci d'ye dare Darl dear death devil Dolabella Egad Enter Sir ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fool fortune Gardy gentleman give guineas hand hear heart Heav'n Hild Hildebrand honour Isab Isabinda Jubilee lady look lord lov'd Lure LUREWELL madam Marplot Miran Miranda mistress Mont murder never o'er Octavia pardon Patch poor Pr'ythee pray rogue Saint Valori SCENE SCENTWELL Serapion servant shew Sir Fran Sir FRANCIS Sir Geo sir George Sir GEORGE AIRY Sir Harry Sir Jeal Sir JEALOUS sirrah Smug soul speak Stand sure tell thee there's thou hast thro Twas twill Vent Ventidius Vizard what's wife Wild woman word wou'd wretch
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have...
Seite 46 - As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost; We were one mass; we could not give or take, But from the same; for he was I, I he.
Seite 56 - Dolabella, which way shall I turn? I find a secret yielding in my soul ; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra ? Vent.
Seite 64 - Men are but children of a larger growth ; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...
Seite 103 - Caesar's pride? What! to be led in triumph through the streets, A spectacle to base plebeian eyes; While some dejected friend of Antony's, Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters A secret curse on her who ruin'd him?
Seite 13 - I'm now turned wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretched at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it ; My uncombed locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot.
Seite 11 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Caesar ? VENT, [aside]. On my soul, 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!
Seite 49 - That men's desiring eyes were never wearied, But hung upon the object : To soft flutes The silver oars kept time ; and while they played, The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought.
Seite 99 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Seite 20 - Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature, So perfect, that the gods who form'd you wonder'd At their own skill, and cried, A lucky hit Has mended our design.