Miller's Modern Acting Drama: Consisting of the Most Popular Pieces Produced at the London Theatres, Subject to the Provisions of the Dramatic Copyright Act ...J. Miller, 1833 |
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ALFRED BUNN Aloud Augusta BATCH Batchelor BEAU Beauchamp BEESW black porter Caroline chest CLAR Colonel Gayton comes COVENT GARDEN CRAPE Creamly dear Demerara devil DIBBS DICK DocT door Enter Exeunt Exit FANNY father fellow FITZ Fitzmartyn gentleman GEORGE W GEORGE WHARTON girl give GODF Godfrey Fairfax GRACE hand happy hear heart Hector HENRIETTA STREET honour IKEY ISAB Isabel JACK JACOB JAMES JUNK king knock Lady Melford ladyship laugh London look LUBESKI ma'am madam Magnus mamma MARG Margaret marriage married master MISS STRAWB MOTH NELL GWYNNE never pardon Patty Plympton poor pray Queen Re-enter SCENE SERVANT SHARKL SIR GILB Sir Gilbert SOMER Somerhill speak SPLASH Splasher Stiles STRAWBERRY sure Susan Tadcaster tell TEMP TERRACINA there's thing thought to-day wager waggon WAITER What's wish wrong box
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Стр. 14 - My father urgit sair: my mother didna speak; But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break : They gi'ed him my hand, but my heart was at the sea; Sae auld Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Стр. 32 - But if she whom love doth honour Be conceal'd from the day, Set a thousand guards upon her, Love will find out the way.
Стр. 12 - I'm fairly out of breath, and have said my say), The trouble and the rout, to wrap and get them out, When they drove to their lodgings in their one-horse chay.
Стр. 11 - Mrs Bubb was gay and free, fair, fat, and forty-three, And blooming as a peony in buxom May ; The toast she long had been of Farringdon- Within, And fill'd the better-half of the one-horse chay.
Стр. 13 - I never by chance hear the rattling of dice, that it doesn't sound to me like the funeral bell of a whole family. I see ; your master played a losing cast — he was a gamester 1 Lub.
Стр. 12 - I am sartin, may be trusted gig or cart in, He takes every matter in an easy way ; He'll stand like a post, while we dabble on the coast, And return back to dress in our one-horse chay.
Стр. 10 - When our crazy tents were raising ; — You may see where we have been ; Where we are — that is not seen. Where we are, — it is no place For a lazy foot to trace. Over heath and over field, He must scramble who would find us ; In the copse-wood close concealed, With a running brook behind us. Here we list no village clocks ; Livelier sound the farm-yard cocks, Crowing, crowing round about, AS if to point their roostings out ; And many a cock shall cease to crow, Or ere we from the copse-wood...
Стр. 12 - So out they drove, all drest so gaily in their best, And finding, in their rambles, a snug little bay, They uncased at their leisure, paddled out to take their pleasure, And left everything behind in the one-horse chay.