The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...

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Mrs. Inchbald
Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - English drama
 

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Page 56 - Ang. Mr. Scandal, you can't think me guilty of so much inhumanity, as not to be concerned for a man I must own myself obliged to. Pray tell me the truth. Scand. Faith, madam, I wish telling a lie would mend the matter. But this is no new effect of an unsuccessful passion. Ang. [ Aside.] I know not what to think ; — Yet I should be vexed to have a trick put upon me — May I not see him?
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