The what D'ye Call it: A Tragi-comi-pastoral Farce. By Mr. Gay |
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... Brother was in Flanders fhot ? You prefs'd my Brother he fhall walk in White , He fhalland fhake your Curtains ev'ry Night . What though a paultry Hare he rafhly kill'd , That crofs'd the Furrows while he plough'd the Field ? You fent ...
... Brother was in Flanders fhot ? You prefs'd my Brother he fhall walk in White , He fhalland fhake your Curtains ev'ry Night . What though a paultry Hare he rafhly kill'd , That crofs'd the Furrows while he plough'd the Field ? You fent ...
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... Brother , without doubt , A Ghost rises . ift GHOST . I'm Jeffry Cackle . You my Death fhall rue ; For I was prefs'd by you , by you , by you . Pointing to the Justices Another 10 The WHAT D'YE CALL IT . Another Ghost rifes The WHAT D ...
... Brother , without doubt , A Ghost rises . ift GHOST . I'm Jeffry Cackle . You my Death fhall rue ; For I was prefs'd by you , by you , by you . Pointing to the Justices Another 10 The WHAT D'YE CALL IT . Another Ghost rifes The WHAT D ...
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... PEASCOD , CORPORAL , SOLDIERS , COUN- TRYMEN , SERGEANT , FILBERT , DORCAS . DORCAS . Ah , Brother Tim , Why these close Hugs ? I owe my Shame to him . * He 1 14 The WHAT D'TE CALLT . He fcorns me Th WHAT D'TE CALL IT 13.
... PEASCOD , CORPORAL , SOLDIERS , COUN- TRYMEN , SERGEANT , FILBERT , DORCAS . DORCAS . Ah , Brother Tim , Why these close Hugs ? I owe my Shame to him . * He 1 14 The WHAT D'TE CALLT . He fcorns me Th WHAT D'TE CALL IT 13.
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... Brother , Brother ! Filbert ftill is true . I fouly wrong'd him - do , forgive me , do . The Squire betray'd me ; nay , and what is worse , Brib'd me with two Gold Guineas in this Purse , To fwear the Child to Filbert . [ To Filb PEASCO ...
... Brother , Brother ! Filbert ftill is true . I fouly wrong'd him - do , forgive me , do . The Squire betray'd me ; nay , and what is worse , Brib'd me with two Gold Guineas in this Purse , To fwear the Child to Filbert . [ To Filb PEASCO ...
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... Tis hard , ' tis wond'rous hard ! SERGEANT . -Zooks , here's a Pother . Strip him ; I'd ftay no longer for my Brother . PEASCO D. [ Diftributing his Things among his Friends . Také Take you my ' Bacco Box - my Neckcloth ,
... Tis hard , ' tis wond'rous hard ! SERGEANT . -Zooks , here's a Pother . Strip him ; I'd ftay no longer for my Brother . PEASCO D. [ Diftributing his Things among his Friends . Také Take you my ' Bacco Box - my Neckcloth ,
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2d GHOST 3d GHOST Afide AUNT Brother canft thou Characters Child CHORUS of SIGHS Clowns Comedy Comical Confcience CONSTABLE CORPORAL COUN COUNTRYMAN Criticks D'TE D'YE CALL Damfels Deferter Diftrefs doft DORCAS Dramatick Drinking dy'd Embryo ev'ry faid Fairys and Goblins fame Farewell felf fent fhall fhew fhot fhould firft fome fomething fteals ftill fuch fure Ghoſt Goblins and Fairys GRANDMOTHER hang'd harmleſs hath HAYMAKERS hold Hoppings and Hoblings introduced JOYCE Juftice Statute kill'd Kitty's laft Mafter Maid Marriage married Moral Mother muft muſt Nature Neighbours Nettle never Numbers o'er Objection Paftoral Pariſh PEASCO PEASCO D play'd poor prefs'd Prologue Reaſons Rhime ſay SCENE Sentiments SERGEANT ſhall ſhot Sifter Sighs and Groans Sir HUMPHRY Sir Roger SOLDIERS Squire Thomas Stage Play Steward Sweethearts Tankard thee thefe theſe thofe Thomas Filbert Tragedy Tragi-Comi-Paftoral Farce TRYMEN Wedding what's Worſhips Zooks κοάξ
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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...