The Minor: A Comedy. Written by Mr. Foote. As it is Now Acting at the New Theatre in the Hay-Market. ...
printed, and sold by J. Coote; G. Kearsly; T. Davies; C. Etherington, York; W. Chace, Norwich; P. Wilson, Dublin; R. Fleming, Edinburgh, 1760 - 91 頁
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第 90 頁 - For there came in at noon, that very day, Bread, greens, potatoes, and a leg of mutton, A better...
第 14 頁 - Our modern lads are of a different metal. They have their gaming clubs in the Garden, their little lodgings, the fnug depofitories of their rufty fwords, and occafional bag-wigs ; their horfes for the turf; ay, and their commiflions of bankruptcy too, before they are well out of their time.
第 73 頁 - Smirk. O dear me ! You did not know the great man, alike in every thing. He had as much to say upon a ribbon as a Raphael.
第 72 頁 - Smirk, addreffing herfelf to me. I made an acknowledging bow to her grace, as in duty bound. But one flower flounced involuntarily from me that day, as I may fay. I remember, Dr. Trifle call'd it enthufiaftic, and pronounc'd it a prefage of my future greatnefs.
第 49 頁 - Thames-ftreet, us'd to be a never-failing chap ; not a guinea to be got 'there. Then I totter'd away to Nebuchadnezzar Zebulon, in the Old Jewry, but it happen'd to be Saturday; and they never touch on the Sabbath, you know.
第 22 頁 - Some truth in that. Shift. But an unlucky crab-apple, applied to my right eye by a patriot gingerbread baker from the Borough, who would not suffer three dancers from Switzerland, because he hated the French, forced me to a precipitate retreat.
第 90 頁 - I knew the mother and her daughter well. Poor, it is true, they were, but never wanted ; For...
第 13 頁 - ... and avarice, I don't know, whether I might not have committed George to your care ; but you cockneys now beat us fuburbians at our own weapons.
第 45 頁 - I was lost in a labyrinth, and nobody to show me the road. One time, I thought of dying a Roman, which is truly a comfortable communion enough for one of us, but it would not do.