The Dramatic Works of the Celebrated Mrs. Centlivre: Love's contrivance. Busy body. Marplot. Plantonick lady. Perplex'd lovers. Cruel gift

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J. Pearson, 1872
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Page 90 - Undone for ever ! if he sees you, I shall never see you more. Patch. I have thought on it: run you to your chamber, madam; and, sir, come you along with me ; I'm certain you may easily get down from the balcony. [Exeunt, SCENE III. The Street. Enter SIR JEALOUS, with MARPLOT behind him.
Page 98 - Eftate with Twins every Year, let who will get 'em. Sir Geo. What is the Woman really poffeft?
Page 123 - Why, sir, only an honest young fellow of my acquaintance — I thought that here might be a ball, and that he might have been here in a masquerade.
Page 124 - Let's see what you'll give him now to maintain my daughter on. Sir Fran. Give him ! he shall never be the better for a penny of mine — and you might have look'd after your daughter better, sir Jealous, Trick'd quotha! Egad I think you design'd to trick me : but look ye, gentlemen, I helieve I shall trick you both.
Page 66 - Pr'ythee, introduce me to Sir George — he is a man of wit, and I'd give ten guineas to Cha.
Page 103 - ... allow ; yet, not content with that, you make my confinement more intolerable, by your mistrusts and jealousies. Would I were dead, so I were free from this. Sir Jeal.
Page 70 - My lady is mighty good humoured too, and I have found a way to make Sir Jealous believe I am wholly in his interest, when my real design is to serve her: he makes me her gaoler, and I set her at liberty.
Page 77 - Nay, to be robb'd or have, one's throat cut is not much Sir Fran. What's that, sirrah ? would you rob me or cut my throat, ye rogue ? Cha.
Page 110 - I have a, a, a, a, a, monkey shut up there ; and if you open it before the man comes that is -to tame it, 'tis so wild 'twill break all my china...
Page 66 - I had a strong inclination to go ten guineas with a sort of a, sort of a — kind of a milksop, as I thought. A pox of the dice ! he flung out, and my pockets being empty, as Charles knows they...

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