The what D'ye Call it: A Tragi-comi-pastoral Farce. By Mr. Gay

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Bernard Lintott, 1715 - English drama - 24 pages

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Page 20 - How can they say that Nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then beneath the water Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover, That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
Page 22 - Fetch her wits. [They throw water upon her. Kitty. Hah! — I am turn'da stream — look all below; It flows, and flows, and will for ever flow. The meads are all afloat — the haycocks swim. Hah! who comes here! — my Filbert! drown not him. Bagpipes in butter, flocks in fleecy fountains, Churns, sheep-hooks, seas of milk, and honeymountains.
Page 5 - With whom he shar'd his ten pence ev'ry day. Wat kill'da bird, was from his farm turn'd out ; You took the law of Thomas for a trout : You ruin'd my poor uncle at the si2es, And made him pay nine pound for Nisiprises.
Page 8 - FILBERT [Breaking the Ninepence] : As this divides, thus are we torn in twain. KITTY [Joining the Pieces] : And as this meets, thus may we meet again.
Page 16 - Cause of their discontent, they had no just cause to mislike him.] " 4. In the character of; As — " Say, is it fitting in this very field, This field, where from my youth I've been a carter, I in this field should die FOR a deserter ?" [ie Being a Deserter, being the Cause of my dying.]
Page 7 - Soldier. Sol. Serjeant, the captain to your quarters fent, To ev'ry ale-houfe in the town I went ; Our corp'ral now has the deferter found, The men are all drawn out, the pris'ner bound. Ser. [To Filbert. Come...
Page 22 - Hah 1 who comes here ? — my Filbert \ drown not him. Bagpipes in Butter, Flocks in fleecy Fountains, Churns, Sheep-hooks, Seas of Milk, and honey Mountains.
Page 19 - Dear happy Fields, farewell ; ye Flocks, and you . Sweet Meadows, glitt'ring with the pearly Dew : And thou, my Rake, Companion of my Cares...

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