The mourning bride. The way of the world. The judgment of Paris. Semele. Poems on several occasionsT. Lowndes, T. Caslon, T. Davies, W. Nicoll, S. Bladon and R. Snagg, 1774 |
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Strona 131
... Wilh . I have no more Patience - If I have not fretted myself ' till I am pale again , there's no Vera- city in me . Fetch me the Red - the Red , do you hear , Sweet - heart ? An errant Afh - colour , as I'm F 6 a Per- a Perfon . Look ...
... Wilh . I have no more Patience - If I have not fretted myself ' till I am pale again , there's no Vera- city in me . Fetch me the Red - the Red , do you hear , Sweet - heart ? An errant Afh - colour , as I'm F 6 a Per- a Perfon . Look ...
Strona 135
... Wilh . Will Sir Rowland be here , fay'ft thou ? when , Foible ? Foi . Incontinently , Madam . No new Sheriff's Wife expects the Return of her Hufband after Knight- hood , with that Impatience in which Sir Rowland burns for the dear Hour ...
... Wilh . Will Sir Rowland be here , fay'ft thou ? when , Foible ? Foi . Incontinently , Madam . No new Sheriff's Wife expects the Return of her Hufband after Knight- hood , with that Impatience in which Sir Rowland burns for the dear Hour ...
Strona 139
... - He means to travel for Improvement . Mrs. Mar. Methinks Sir Wilfull fhou'd rather think of Marrying than Travelling at his Years . I hear he is turn'd of forty . L. Wilh . L Wib . O he's in lefs Danger of being THE WAY OF THE WORLD . 139.
... - He means to travel for Improvement . Mrs. Mar. Methinks Sir Wilfull fhou'd rather think of Marrying than Travelling at his Years . I hear he is turn'd of forty . L. Wilh . L Wib . O he's in lefs Danger of being THE WAY OF THE WORLD . 139.
Strona 166
... Wilh . Offence ? As I'm a Person , I'm asham'd of you - Fogh ! how you ftink of Wine ! D'ye think my Niece will ever endure fuch a Borachio ! you're an abfolute Borachio . Sir Wil . Borachio ! L. Wijh . At a Time when you fhou'd ...
... Wilh . Offence ? As I'm a Person , I'm asham'd of you - Fogh ! how you ftink of Wine ! D'ye think my Niece will ever endure fuch a Borachio ! you're an abfolute Borachio . Sir Wil . Borachio ! L. Wijh . At a Time when you fhou'd ...
Strona 183
... Wilh . My Nephew was Non compos ; and could not make his Addreffes .. Fain . I come to make Demands - I'll hear no Ob- jections . L. Wish . You will grant me Time to confider ? Fain . Yes , while the Inftrument is drawing , to which you ...
... Wilh . My Nephew was Non compos ; and could not make his Addreffes .. Fain . I come to make Demands - I'll hear no Ob- jections . L. Wish . You will grant me Time to confider ? Fain . Yes , while the Inftrument is drawing , to which you ...
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Almeria Alphonfo Amyntas Arms ATHAMA behold Bleffings Breaft CADMUS Caufe Charms cou'd dear Death Defire doft thou ev'ry Eyes Face facred fafe faid Fain Fainall falfe fame Fate fave fear feem feen fhall fhew fhou'd fing firft flain foft Foible fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gonf Grief Hafte hear Heart Heav'n Heli himſelf Honour Hufband Jove JUNO JUPITER King Lady WISHFORT laft lefs loft Love Lover Lyre Madam Marwood Mill Millamant Mirabell moft moſt mourn Mufe Mufick muft muſt myſelf Numbers Nymph o'er Ofmyn Ovid Paffion Perfon Petulant Pindar pleafing pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r prefent Priam Reft rife SCENE SEMELE Senfe ſhall ſhe Sir Rowland Sir Wil Sir Wilfull Song ſpeak thee thefe theſe Thing thofe thoſe thought thro Verfes weep whofe Wife Witw Witwoud wou'd Zara
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