The Country Girl: A Comedy, (altered from Wycherley) as it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane

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T. Becket and P.A. De Hondt, in the Strand, 1767 - 78 頁
 

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第 36 頁 - I have known thee a great while, never go, if I do not love thee as well as a new acquaintance.
第 51 頁 - Lord, what d'ye make a fool of me for? Don't I know that letters are never writ but from the country to London, and from London into the country? Now he's in town, and I am in town too ; therefore I can't write to him, you know.
第 53 頁 - Horner such a letter But then my husband — but oh, what if I writ at bottom my husband made me write it? Ay, but then my husband would see't — Can one have no shift?
第 18 頁 - What, all the lewd libertines of the town brought to my lodging by this easy coxcomb ! 'sdeath, I'll not suffer it. Spark. Here, Harcourt, do you approve my choice? — [To ALITHEA.] Dear little rogue, I told you I'd bring you acquainted with all my friends, the wits and [HARCOURT salutes her.
第 50 頁 - tis plain she loves him, yet she has not love enough to make her conceal it from me ; but the sight of him will increase her aversion for me and love for him; and that love instruct her how to deceive me and satisfy him, all idiot as she is.
第 18 頁 - Spark. This is one of those, my pretty rogue, that are to dance at your wedding to-morrow; and him you must bid welcome ever, to what you and I have.
第 33 頁 - Your servant, sir: no, I thank you. 'Gad, I go to a play as to a country treat; I carry my own wine to one, and my own wit to t'other, or else I'm sure I should not be merry at either. And the reason why we are so often louder than the players, is, because we think we speak more wit, and so become the poet's rivals in his audience...
第 32 頁 - ... let us avoid him — you can't cheat him before his face. Hare. But I c.an tho', thanks to my wit, and his want of it.
第 15 頁 - Indeed, be not angry with her, bud, she will tell me nothing of the town, though I ask her a thousand times a day.
第 34 頁 - Corydon dies : Let all whining lovers go hang ; My heart would you hit, Tip your arrow with wit, And it comes to my heart with a twang, twang, And it comes to my heart with a twang.

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