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Page 86 - Money were ours. Cher. He don't belong to our Gang? Bon. What Horses have they? Cher. The Master rides upon a Black. Bon. A Black! ten to one the Man upon the black Mare; and since he don't belong to our Fraternity, we may betray him with a safe Conscience; I don't think it lawful to harbour any Rogues but my own.
Page 68 - ... the table.] These rings, madam, don't be concerned, madam, I have a profound respect for you, madam ; your keys, madam ; don't be frighted, madam, I'm the most of a gentleman. — [Searching her pockets.] This necklace, madam ; I never was rude to a lady ; — I have a veneration — for this necklace — [Here ARCHER having come round.
Page 71 - The Devil's in this Fellow; he fights, loves, and banters, all in a Breath. Here's a Cord that the Rogues brought with 'em, I suppose. Arch. Right, right, the Rogue's Destiny, a Rope to hang himself. Come, my Lord, This is but a...
Page 80 - Bon. I don't know how, sir; she would not let the ale take its natural course, sir; she was for qualifying it every now and then with a dram, as the saying is...
Page 62 - Aim. Dorinda! the name inspires me, the glory and the danger shall be all my own. — Come, my life, let me but get my sword.
Page 3 - tis a standing maxim in conjugal discipline, that when a man would enslave his wife, he hurries her into the country ; and when a lady would be arbitrary with her husband, she wheedles her booby up to town...
Page 44 - Garden-door, come in the back way when 'tis late, — I'll be ready to receive you; but don't so much as whisper, only take hold of my Hand, I'll lead you, and do you lead the Count, and follow me. [Exeunt. Enter Scrub. Scrub. What Witchcraft now have these two Imps of the Devil been a hatching here?
Page 15 - So — she's breeding already — come, child, up with it — hem a little — so — now tell me, don't you like the gentleman that we saw at church just now ? Dor. The man's well enough. Mrs. Sul. Well enough ! is he not a demigod, a Narcissus, a star, the man i
Page 25 - Bon. Not I, sir, as the saying is; but he talks it so very fast, that I'm sure it must be good. Aim. Pray desire him to walk up. Bon. Here he is, as the saying is. Enter FOIGARD. Foig. Save you, gentlemens bote. Aim. A Frenchman ! sir, your most humble servant. Foig. Och, dear joy, I am your most faithful shervant, and yours alsho.