The Dramatic Works of John O'Keeffe, 2. ciltauthor, 1798 |
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Sayfa 13
... first child probably will be mafter Grog . Eph . Thou doft speak in parables , which I un- derstand not . Sir G. Sheer off with your fanctified poop , and fend the gentleman of the house . Eph . The owner of this manfion is a maiden ...
... first child probably will be mafter Grog . Eph . Thou doft speak in parables , which I un- derstand not . Sir G. Sheer off with your fanctified poop , and fend the gentleman of the house . Eph . The owner of this manfion is a maiden ...
Sayfa 16
... first convoy him to Portf mouth , for he happens to be out of dock already . Sir Geo . What wind now ? John . You know on our quitting harbour- Sir Geo . Damn your fea - jaw , you marvellous dolphin , give the contents of your log ...
... first convoy him to Portf mouth , for he happens to be out of dock already . Sir Geo . What wind now ? John . You know on our quitting harbour- Sir Geo . Damn your fea - jaw , you marvellous dolphin , give the contents of your log ...
Sayfa 20
... first play is Lear . I was devilish imperfect in Edgar t'other night at Lymington . I must look it over ( takes out a book ) , " Away , the foul fiend follows me ! " Hollo ! ftop a mo- ment , we shall have the whole country after us ...
... first play is Lear . I was devilish imperfect in Edgar t'other night at Lymington . I must look it over ( takes out a book ) , " Away , the foul fiend follows me ! " Hollo ! ftop a mo- ment , we shall have the whole country after us ...
Sayfa 21
... - I won't neither - If any caufe cou'd have given . - Farewel . Harry . Bless my poor fellow ! Adieu . ( Silently weeps . ) [ Exeunt feverally . END OF THE FIRST ACT . ACT II . SCENE I. A Village ; a Farm OR , THE STROLLING GENTLEMEN . 21.
... - I won't neither - If any caufe cou'd have given . - Farewel . Harry . Bless my poor fellow ! Adieu . ( Silently weeps . ) [ Exeunt feverally . END OF THE FIRST ACT . ACT II . SCENE I. A Village ; a Farm OR , THE STROLLING GENTLEMEN . 21.
Sayfa 31
... first toaft fhall be , liberty to the honeft debtor , and confufion to the hard hearted creditor . Gam . Shan't . Rov . Shan't ! Pray an't your name Mr. Shy lock- Gam . No , my name's Gammon . Rov . Gammon ! You're the Hampshire hog ...
... first toaft fhall be , liberty to the honeft debtor , and confufion to the hard hearted creditor . Gam . Shan't . Rov . Shan't ! Pray an't your name Mr. Shy lock- Gam . No , my name's Gammon . Rov . Gammon ! You're the Hampshire hog ...
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afide Araminta Arklow Baffa Billy Captain Ambush Chronicle Clod Coventry Cross-L Crum Crumpy daughter dear defire devil Dinah Donnybrook door Drofs Dunderman Earl of Mercia Epaulette Exeunt Exit fafe father Felix fellow fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fings fome fquire fuch fure fweet gentleman give Grog heart honeft honor houfe houſe Jacob Jane John John Dory Lack Lackland Lady Godiva Lapo look Lord Ma'am Madam mafter Maud Mifs muft muſt myſelf never Otho PEEPING PEEPING TOM Pink pleaſe poor pretty Quin Re-enter REDMOND O'HANLON Rofa rogue Rover Sadboy SCENE Shadrach ſhall Sir G Sir George SOKOKI Spatterdash Tallyho tell there's theſe thou WAITER What's YOUNG QUAKER yourſelf Zebede Zounds
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Sayfa 64 - I must shut mine ears. Lady Am. And thy mouth also, good Ephraim. I have bidden my cousin Henry to my house, and I will not set bounds to his mirth, to gratify thy spleen, and show mine own inhospitality.
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