The modern theatre; a collection of successful modern plays selected by mrs. Inchbald, Volume 41811 |
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Page 116 - They have so, — But you have, doubtless, too much native merit to arrogate to yourself the worth of others! You are no jay, decked in the peacock's feathers ! You are not idiot enough to imagine that a skin of parchment, on which are emblazoned the arms and the acts of one wise man, with a long list of succeeding fools, is any honour to you ! Responsible to mankind for the use...
Page 119 - Yes, Sir ! The debbidy of his vard, Sir ! A common councilman, and city sword-bearer ! Had an Aldermand's gownd von year, vus chosen sheriff the next, and died a lord-mayor elect ! Count. With all his honours blooming on his brow ! Lady P. And do you know, Sir, that I designs, Sir Samooel Sheepy, Sir, an English knight and barrow knight, for the spouse of my daughter ! A gentleman, that is a gentleman ! A person of honour and purtensions, and not a Papish Jesubite...
Page 34 - Generally of the sure side — Made a large fortune, if this does not give me a twinge — rather overdone it ; but any severe stroke — any great national misfortune, would exactly close my account. Sir Hor. Hark you, sir ! Scr.
Page 123 - Edmund. [Catching him by the hand} My dear Count Count. Sir, I am a dishonoured villain ! [Exit. Lady P. There ! There ! he tells you himself he is a willin ? his conscience flies in his face, and he owns it ! Edmund. [With great ardour and feeling} Madam, he is a noble-hearted gentleman ! His agonizing mind deems it villainy to suffer insults so gross.
Page 121 - Not so good as von of our parish porpers ! And you ! You purtend to compare yourself to the united houses of the Peckhams and the Pringles ! Your family indeed ! Yourn ! Vhere's your settlement ? Yourn ! Vus'nt my great uncle, Mr. Peter Pringle, the cheese-monger of Cateaton-street, a major in the Train Bands before you vus born, or thought of ? Edmund [Aside.] So, so ! I'm too late ! [Aloud] Let me intreat your ladyship — Lady P.
Page 62 - SIR HORNET, VANDERVELT, and CLARA, (laughing.) Sir Hor. Ay, ay, pray laugh, laugh heartily, I beseech you. — I deserve and I desire no mercy. Cla. It is one of the oddest adventures. Vand How the deuce could you mistake that blowzabel, Miss Turnbull, for my turtle ? Sir Hor. Why, true, as you say, friend Van ; but that happens to be a blunder which I never did, nor ever could make. I should as soon take myself for a king, or you for a conjuror. I only mistook this lady to be Miss Turnbull, not...
Page 322 - Morden's. Gab. Ees. Sir Fred. Hast thou taken care of the letter I gave thee ? Gab. Care ! Ees, ees ; I a' ta'en good care on't. Sir Fred. Observe, thou art to deliver it to Lady Morden, half an hour after we are departed. Gab. Half an hour before you are departed. Sir Fred. Zounds! No, half an hour after, man. Gab. Oh ! Ees, ees ; half an hour after. Sir Fred. Now be gone.
Page 25 - I would not be such an animal for the world — A wit ! Why, a wit is a kind of urchin, that every man will set his dog at, but won't touch himself, for fear of pricking his fingers. A wit is a monster, with a hideous long tongue, and no brains — A dealer in paradoxes — One that is blind...
Page 121 - Lady P. Vhat ! Hasn't I an ownd sister at this day married to Mr. Poladore Spraggs, the tip-toppest hotpresser in all Crutched Friars ! Isn't my maiden aunt, Miss Angelica Pringle, vorth thirty thousand pounds, in the South Sea funds, every morning she rises ! And doesn't I myself get up and go to bed, the greatest lady in this here city ! And for to purtend for to talk to me of his family ! His'n. Edmund. The Count, Madam, is a man of the first distinction in his native country ! Lady P. Vhat country...
Page 121 - Sir, of his Majesty's own making! And moreover, Sir, don't you go for to flatter yourself that I shall bestow the hand and fortin of Miss Looey Peckham upon any needy outlandish Count somebody nobody! My daughter, Sir, is for your betters ! Count. Madam, though scurril — [Recollecting himself] I say, Madam, though such vul — , such accusations are beneath all answer, yet I must tell you that by marrying your daughter, if after this I should sink myself so low — I say, by marrying your daughter,...