The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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Página 17 - Then, sir, she should have a supercilious knowledge in accounts; and as she grew up, I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries; — but above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell and mispronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying.
Página 15 - But I say it is, miss; there is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor dear uncle as if he had never existed — and I thought it my duty so to do; and let me tell you, Lydia, these violent memories don't become a young woman. Sir Anth.
Página 17 - I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries ; but above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell, and mis-pronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying. This, Sir Anthony, is what I would have a woman know; and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it.
Página 17 - Observe me, Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning ; I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman ; for instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning—- neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Página 55 - Now, I'll leave you to fix your own time. — Take my advice, and you'll decide it this evening if you can ; then let the worst come of it, 'twill be off your mind to-morrow.
Página 82 - Why, you may think there's no being shot at without a little risk, and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it— I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about family matters.
Página 31 - Yes, Jack, the independence I was talking of is by a marriage — the fortune is saddled with a wife — but I suppose that makes no difference.
Página 32 - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Abs. What, sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness! to Sir Anth. Zounds! sirrah! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose: she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's Museum; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew — she shall be all this, sirrah! — yet I will make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night to write...
Página 59 - Table, drinking. GLEE AND CHORUS. This bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine ; We, planets, that are not able Without his help to shine. Let mirth and glee abound ! You'll soon grow bright With borrow'd light, And shine as he goes round.
Página 82 - For instance, now— if that should be the case— would you choose to be pickled and sent home? or would it be the same to you to lie here in the Abbey? I'm told there is very snug lying in the Abbey.