William CongreveAmerican Book Company, 1912 - 466 pages |
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... dear to playwrights and audiences of the period , whereby Tattle marries Frail , mistaking her for Angelica , and Frail marries Tattle , mistaking him for Valentine . Sir Sampson , baffled by Valentine's madness and Ben's refusal to ...
... dear to playwrights and audiences of the period , whereby Tattle marries Frail , mistaking her for Angelica , and Frail marries Tattle , mistaking him for Valentine . Sir Sampson , baffled by Valentine's madness and Ben's refusal to ...
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... popularity . The intricate plot is Congreve's own invention , and such , too , is the original hero Maskwell , whose novel method is to deceive by telling the truth . COMMENDATORY VERSES To my dear Friend Mr. CONGREVE , on 43.
... popularity . The intricate plot is Congreve's own invention , and such , too , is the original hero Maskwell , whose novel method is to deceive by telling the truth . COMMENDATORY VERSES To my dear Friend Mr. CONGREVE , on 43.
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William Congreve. COMMENDATORY VERSES To my dear Friend Mr. CONGREVE , on his Comedy called " The Double - Dealer " WELL , then , the promised hour is come at last ; The present age of wit obscures the past : Strong were our sires , and ...
William Congreve. COMMENDATORY VERSES To my dear Friend Mr. CONGREVE , on his Comedy called " The Double - Dealer " WELL , then , the promised hour is come at last ; The present age of wit obscures the past : Strong were our sires , and ...
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... dear Mellefont , let me perish , if thou art not the soul of conversation , the very essence of wit , and spirit of wine ! The deuce take me , if there were three good things said , or one understood , since thy amputation from the body ...
... dear Mellefont , let me perish , if thou art not the soul of conversation , the very essence of wit , and spirit of wine ! The deuce take me , if there were three good things said , or one understood , since thy amputation from the body ...
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William Congreve. But prithee , dear rogue , make haste , prithee make haste , I shall burst else . And yonder's your uncle , my Lord Touchwood , swears he'll disinherit you , and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to disclaim you for a son - in ...
William Congreve. But prithee , dear rogue , make haste , prithee make haste , I shall burst else . And yonder's your uncle , my Lord Touchwood , swears he'll disinherit you , and Sir Paul Plyant threatens to disclaim you for a son - in ...
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Almeria Alphonso Angelica astrologer aunt better Brisk Careless comedy confess Congreve Congreve's Cynthia d'ye dear dost thou Double-Dealer Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Fain Fainall faith father Foib Foible fool Fore Foresight fortune Frail gadsbud give hast hear heart Heaven Heli honour hope husband JEREMY Lady Froth Lady Ply Lady Plyant Lady Touch Lady Touchwood Lady Wish Lady WISHFORT ladyship laugh look Lord Froth Lord Touch Lord Touchwood Love for Love lover madam marriage marry Marwood Mask Maskwell Mellefont Millamant Mirabell never on't Osmyn passion Petulant play Pray Prue Scan Scandal SCENE servant Sir Paul Sir Rowland Sir Samp Sir Sampson Sir Wil Sir Wilfull speak sure swear Tattle tell thee there's thing thou art thought Valentine what's wife WILLIAM CONGREVE Witwoud woman Zara ΙΟ
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Page 46 - And just abandoning the ungrateful stage : Unprofitably kept at Heaven's expense, I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Page 334 - ... tea-table talk— such as mending of fashions, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, and so forth— but that on no account you encroach upon the men's prerogative, and presume to drink healths, or toast fellows...
Page 357 - Ah, madam, there was a time! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
Page 390 - How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Page 280 - Tis no matter for that, his wit will excuse that. A wit should no more be sincere than a woman constant: one argues a decay of parts, as t'other of beauty.
Page 350 - O daughter, daughter, is it possible thou should'st be my child, bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, and as I may say, another me, and yet transgress the most minute particle of severe virtue?
Page 334 - Are you? I think I have— and the horrid man looks as if he thought so too— well, you ridiculous thing you, I'll have you — I won't be kissed, nor I won't be thanked— here kiss my hand though. — So, hold your tongue now, don't say a word.
Page 157 - O Mr. Trapland, my old friend, welcome ! — Jeremy, a chair quickly ; a bottle of sack and a toast ; — fly — a chair first.
Page 416 - Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Page 365 - em judging in the pit; Though they're on no pretence for judgment fit, But that they have been damned for want of wit. . Since when, they by their own offences taught, Set up for spies on plays and finding fault.