| John Strong Perry Tatlock, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 860 Seiten
...With all my heart. No more : where shall we meet at night t Pierr. I '11 tell thee ; On the Rialto 8 ficient to maintain a gentleman; Touching my mind, I am studied and talk of precious Mischief Jaff. Farewell. Pierr. At twelve. Jaff. At any hour, my plagues Will... | |
| Walter Scott - 1923 - 710 Seiten
...raise the very dead folk wi' the clatter, a kirk wi' a chimley in 't was fittest for them.' CHAPTER XXI On the Rialto, every night at twelve, I take my evening's...which, however, I could assign no satisfactory cause, I shut myself up in my apartment at the inn, and having dismissed Andrew, after resisting his importunity... | |
| David Harrison Stevens - 1923 - 938 Seiten
...Agreed. PIERRE. Shoot him! JAFFEIR, With all my 1 No more: where shall we meet at nigh PIERRE. I'll tell [ and talk of pn Mischief — JAFFEIR. Farewell. PIERRE. At twelve. JAFFEIR. At any hour; my p Will keep... | |
| Thomas Otway - 1926 - 344 Seiten
...Jaff. With all my heart. No more: Where fhall we meet at Night? Pier. I'll tell thee; On the Ryalto every Night at Twelve I take my Evening's walk of Meditation : There we two will meet, and talk of pretious Mifchief Jaf. Farewell. Pier. At Twelve. Jaff. At any hour; my plagues Will keep... | |
| Harold F. Rubinstein - 1928 - 1138 Seiten
...him. JAFF. : With all my heart. No more : where shall we meet at night ? PIERR. : I'll tell thee ; ppily encounter'd ; I yet never Presented one so welcome as, I know, You will be to my lady. MAR. : and talk of precious Mischief JAFF. : Farewell. PIERR. : At twelve. JAFF. : At any hour, my plagues... | |
| Shattuck - 1997 - 420 Seiten
...With all my heart. No more : Where shall we meet at night ? — Pier. I '11 lell thee: On the Rialfo, every night at twelve I take my evening's walk of meditation; There we two '11 m,eet, and talk of precious mischief. Jaff. Farewell ! -— ' Pier. At twelve. Jaff. At any hour... | |
| Walter Scott - 2006 - 438 Seiten
...raise the very dead folk wi' the clatter, a kirk wi' a chimley in't was fittest for them." Chapter 4 On the Rialto, every night at twelve, I take my evening's...which, however, I could assign no satisfactory cause, I shut myself up in my apartment at the inn, and having dismissed Andrew, after resisting his importunity... | |
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