The Dramatic Works of John O'Keeffe, 2. ciltauthor, 1798 |
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Sayfa 10
... head ? John . Why , for the matter of that I don't mind ; but had I been your captain , and you my boatswain , the man that ftood by me at fea , fhould be welcome to fit before me on land . ( rifing ) Sir G. That's true , my dear John ...
... head ? John . Why , for the matter of that I don't mind ; but had I been your captain , and you my boatswain , the man that ftood by me at fea , fhould be welcome to fit before me on land . ( rifing ) Sir G. That's true , my dear John ...
Sayfa 12
... head - ach , you'd like to've got my brains blown out . John . Oh , very well , be burnt in your bed , and tumble in the water by jumping into boats , like a tight fellow as you are , and poifon your- felf with flow - juice ; fee if ...
... head - ach , you'd like to've got my brains blown out . John . Oh , very well , be burnt in your bed , and tumble in the water by jumping into boats , like a tight fellow as you are , and poifon your- felf with flow - juice ; fee if ...
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... heads . - Sim ! ( calling ) Enter SIM . Sim . Yes , feyther . Gam . Call your fifter . Sim . Jane , feyther wants you . Enter JANE , from the Houfe . Jane . Did you call me ? Gam . I often told you both , but it's now fet- tled ; you ...
... heads . - Sim ! ( calling ) Enter SIM . Sim . Yes , feyther . Gam . Call your fifter . Sim . Jane , feyther wants you . Enter JANE , from the Houfe . Jane . Did you call me ? Gam . I often told you both , but it's now fet- tled ; you ...
Sayfa 35
... head , at the end of the town . Shouldn't have thought indeed , hungry foot travellers to eat like aldermen - coming , fir . Rover . I'll not join this company at Winchester . No , I'll not ftay in the country hopeless even to expect a ...
... head , at the end of the town . Shouldn't have thought indeed , hungry foot travellers to eat like aldermen - coming , fir . Rover . I'll not join this company at Winchester . No , I'll not ftay in the country hopeless even to expect a ...
Sayfa 69
... head , the devil himself can't drive him out of it . Rov . Yes ; but the conftable may drive him . into Winchester goal . Har . Eh ! Your opinion of our intended ex- ploit has made me afham'd of myself - Ha , ha , ' ha ! Harkey , Jack ...
... head , the devil himself can't drive him out of it . Rov . Yes ; but the conftable may drive him . into Winchester goal . Har . Eh ! Your opinion of our intended ex- ploit has made me afham'd of myself - Ha , ha , ' ha ! Harkey , Jack ...
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