The Spaniard: Or, Relvindez and Elzora, a Tragedy, and the Young Country Widow, a Comedy, with Three Letters of Dr. Blair; And Thoughts on the Present State of the British Drama
The Spaniard: Or, Relvindez and Elzora, a Tragedy, and the Young Country Widow, a Comedy, with Three Letters of Dr. Blair; And Thoughts on the Present State of the British Drama
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 Excerpt: ...CHAMBER. LADY LIND AND MISS DELBY. L. L. Nay, nay, come, my dear, don't think about it. She ith a woman of thuth rude mannerth, that nobody mindth what the sayth. (Why don't he follow?) Forget it, my dear. (Del. Never, while one atom of my memory clings to another. L. L. She ith an ill-tempered, old-fathion'd creature, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 Excerpt: ...CHAMBER. LADY LIND AND MISS DELBY. L. L. Nay, nay, come, my dear, don't think about it. She ith a woman of thuth rude mannerth, that nobody mindth what the sayth. (Why don't he follow?) Forget it, my dear. (Del. Never, while one atom of my memory clings to another. L. L. She ith an ill-tempered, old-fathion'd creature, that ith all. And, O heaventh! here he ith again. DUEWESTON. Dur. Ho! widow divine, have I caught you at last? Nay, it is needless to fly. Depend on it, I'll follow you to the paradise of lovers, but I'll have payment of what yourself will allow you fairly lost--ay, and two hundred per cent to boot for the trouble of recovering the debt! (He pursues her round the room. 'L. L. O Lard, Lard now, won't you give over? Wath ever love made in tho rude a manner to a lady? Dur. (But you are a widow. (She /lies behind Miss Delby. He catches her there. Del. (Rustic, I abhor thee, for her sake! Dur. There is no evasion for you, fair widow; debts of love are debts of honour: and those, every one knows, are ready money, whatever other debts remain debts. L. L. Lard, Lard now, wath ever (Affecting to struggle. Dur. Refusal is utterly vain. Wedge up my doors with duns from the town, if I'll allow a soul to stand in my day-book of honour, for so much as a kiss! BELL. Bell. Venus popt on, and so, sister Lind, you suffer a peasant to press your word-gates before my eyes? Del. (Oh, come, dear sir, and pistol the peasant, for the beldam's sake. Bill. What is a wanton, pray? I ask you that. Dur. A wanton, sir? L. L. Lard, leth off, my dear. Who mindth what he sayth? A wanton and an anthel are the same wordth with him. Come. Del. (But for her sake, you shall have Mr. Tuffin, though she and the whole neighbourhood should join to oppose it. (She goes out with Lady L...
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