The Busy Body: A ComedyJ. Bell, 1797 - 112 páginas |
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... death , 1st of December 1723 . Her Plays are in number nineteen , as follow Perjur'd Husband 1700 Bickerstaff's Burying Love's Contrivances 1703 Marplot Beau's Duel - 1703 Perplex'd Lovers Stolen Heiress 1703 Wonder Gamester 1705 Gotham ...
... death , 1st of December 1723 . Her Plays are in number nineteen , as follow Perjur'd Husband 1700 Bickerstaff's Burying Love's Contrivances 1703 Marplot Beau's Duel - 1703 Perplex'd Lovers Stolen Heiress 1703 Wonder Gamester 1705 Gotham ...
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... death and my return from travel I have never been well with my father ; he thinks my expences too great , and I his allowance too little ; he never sees me but he quarrels , and to avoid that I shun his house as much as possible . The ...
... death and my return from travel I have never been well with my father ; he thinks my expences too great , and I his allowance too little ; he never sees me but he quarrels , and to avoid that I shun his house as much as possible . The ...
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... Death ! her father there ! [ The women shriek . ] then I must fly— [ Exit into the closet . ] [ Sir Jealous rises up hastily seeing Charles slip back into the closet . ] Sir Jeal . Hell and Furies ! a man in the closet ! — Patch . Ah ...
... Death ! her father there ! [ The women shriek . ] then I must fly— [ Exit into the closet . ] [ Sir Jealous rises up hastily seeing Charles slip back into the closet . ] Sir Jeal . Hell and Furies ! a man in the closet ! — Patch . Ah ...
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... death , without taking leave of dear chargy . Be- sides , this fellow buzz'd into my ears that thou might'st be so desperate as to shoot that wild rake which haunts the garden - gate , and that would bring us into trouble , dear―― Miran ...
... death , without taking leave of dear chargy . Be- sides , this fellow buzz'd into my ears that thou might'st be so desperate as to shoot that wild rake which haunts the garden - gate , and that would bring us into trouble , dear―― Miran ...
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... death to wed him . Sir Geo . Sir Jealous , you are too passionate . Give me leave , I'll try by gentle words to work her to your purpose . Sir Jeal . I pray do , Mr. Meanwell , I pray do ; she'll break my heart . [ Weeps . ] There is in ...
... death to wed him . Sir Geo . Sir Jealous , you are too passionate . Give me leave , I'll try by gentle words to work her to your purpose . Sir Jeal . I pray do , Mr. Meanwell , I pray do ; she'll break my heart . [ Weeps . ] There is in ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adad Alderman Alex Alexas Antony arms BUSY BODY Cæsar cann't Carmelite Chargy Charles Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clin CLINCHER colonel Cour Courci d'ye dare Darl dear death devil Dolabella Egad Enter Sir ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes father fool fortune Gardy gentleman give guineas hand hear heart Heav'n Hild Hildebrand honour Isab Isabinda Jubilee lady look lord lov'd Lure LUREWELL madam Marplot Miran Miranda mistress Mont murder never o'er Octavia pardon Patch poor Pr'ythee pray rogue Saint Valori SCENE SCENTWELL Serapion servant shew Sir Fran Sir FRANCIS Sir Geo sir George Sir GEORGE AIRY Sir Harry Sir Jeal Sir JEALOUS sirrah Smug soul speak Stand sure tell thee there's thou hast thro Twas twill Vent Ventidius Vizard what's wife Wild woman word wou'd wretch
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Página 12 - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor; The place thou pressest on thy mother earth Is all thy empire now: now it contains thee; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have...
Página 46 - As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost; We were one mass; we could not give or take, But from the same; for he was I, I he.
Página 56 - Dolabella, which way shall I turn? I find a secret yielding in my soul ; But Cleopatra, who would die with me, Must she be left? Pity pleads for Octavia; But does it not plead more for Cleopatra ? Vent.
Página 64 - Men are but children of a larger growth ; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing; But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, Works all her folly up, and casts it outward To the world's open view...
Página 103 - Caesar's pride? What! to be led in triumph through the streets, A spectacle to base plebeian eyes; While some dejected friend of Antony's, Close in a corner, shakes his head, and mutters A secret curse on her who ruin'd him?
Página 13 - I'm now turned wild, a commoner of nature; Of all forsaken, and forsaking all; Live in a shady forest's sylvan scene, Stretched at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it ; My uncombed locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot.
Página 11 - tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness. 'Tis what the day deserves, which gave me breath. Why was I raised the meteor of the world, Hung in the skies, and blazing as I travelled, Till all my fires were spent; and then cast downward, To be trod out by Caesar ? VENT, [aside]. On my soul, 'Tis mournful, wondrous mournful!
Página 49 - That men's desiring eyes were never wearied, But hung upon the object : To soft flutes The silver oars kept time ; and while they played, The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight ; And both to thought.
Página 99 - I will not make a business of a trifle; And yet I cannot look on you, and kill you; Pray turn your face.
Página 20 - Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature, So perfect, that the gods who form'd you wonder'd At their own skill, and cried, A lucky hit Has mended our design.