Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, 第 9 卷

John Bell
and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797

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第 18 頁 - I'll wager the rascals a crown They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever ; Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons...
第 10 頁 - ... them the whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home! In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down not only as inside passengers, but in the very basket.
第 22 頁 - No, sir, but if you can inform us TONY. Why, gentlemen, if you know neither the road you are going, nor where you are, nor the road you came, the first thing I have to inform you is, that — you have lost your way.
第 22 頁 - It's a damn'd long, dark, boggy, dirty, dangerous way. Stingo, tell the gentlemen the way to Mr. Hardcastle's ! (Winking upon the Landlord.) Mr. Hardcastle's, of Quagmire Marsh, you understand me. LAND. Master Hardcastle's!
第 17 頁 - And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks him so. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, I'm not surprised to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family. Miss NEV.
第 16 頁 - No ; nothing of all this. I have been threatened — I can scarce get it out — I have been threatened with a lover. Miss NEVILLE.
第 37 頁 - Why, really, sir, your bill of fare is so exquisite, that any one part of it is full as good as another. Send us what you please. So much for supper. And now to see that our beds are aired, and properly taken care of.
第 26 頁 - But you're not to stand so, with your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets. Roger; and from your head, you blockhead, you. See how Diggory carries his hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that's no great matter. DIGGORY. Ay, mind how I hold them. I learned to hold my hands this way, when I was upon drill for the militia.
第 36 頁 - MAR. (Perusing.) What's here ? For the first course ; for the second course : for the dessert. The devil ! Sir, do you think we have brought down the whole Joiners...
第 52 頁 - What could my old -friend Sir Charles mean by recommending his son as the modestest young man in town? To me he appears the most impudent piece of brass that ever spoke with a tongue.