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Well , but , miss , what are you so overjoyed at / Miss P. Look you here , madam ,
then , what Mr. Tattle has given me . - Look you here , cousin ; here's a snuff - box
; nay , there's snuff in't - here , will you have any ? -Oh good ! how sweet it is !
Well , but , miss , what are you so overjoyed at / Miss P. Look you here , madam ,
then , what Mr. Tattle has given me . - Look you here , cousin ; here's a snuff - box
; nay , there's snuff in't - here , will you have any ? -Oh good ! how sweet it is !
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madam , I'm the most unfortunate man in the " world , and the most cruelly used
by the ladies . Ang . Nay , now you're ungrateful . “ Tatt . No , I hope not . - It is as
much ingratitude “ to own some favours , as to conceal others . " Val . There , now
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madam , I'm the most unfortunate man in the " world , and the most cruelly used
by the ladies . Ang . Nay , now you're ungrateful . “ Tatt . No , I hope not . - It is as
much ingratitude “ to own some favours , as to conceal others . " Val . There , now
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No indeed , madam , you don't know me at “ all , I find ; for sure , my intimate
friends would “ have known“ Ang . Then it seems , you would have told , if you "
had been trusted . “ Tatt . O pox , Scandal , that was too far put ! “ Never have told
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No indeed , madam , you don't know me at “ all , I find ; for sure , my intimate
friends would “ have known“ Ang . Then it seems , you would have told , if you "
had been trusted . “ Tatt . O pox , Scandal , that was too far put ! “ Never have told
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Page 109
Tattle making love to Angelica ! Tatt . But madam to throw away your person ,
such a person ! and such a fortune , on a madman ! Ang . I never loved him till he
was mad ; but don't tell any body so . Tatt . Tell , madam ? alas , you don't know
me ...
Tattle making love to Angelica ! Tatt . But madam to throw away your person ,
such a person ! and such a fortune , on a madman ! Ang . I never loved him till he
was mad ; but don't tell any body so . Tatt . Tell , madam ? alas , you don't know
me ...
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Sir S. Odd , you are hard to please , madam : to find a young fellow that is neither
a wit in his own eye , nor a fool in the eye of the world , is a very hard task . But ,
faith and troth , you speak very discreetly ; “ for I hate both a wit and a fool .
Sir S. Odd , you are hard to please , madam : to find a young fellow that is neither
a wit in his own eye , nor a fool in the eye of the world , is a very hard task . But ,
faith and troth , you speak very discreetly ; “ for I hate both a wit and a fool .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e Volume 1 of Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Contributor | John Bell |
| Published | 1797 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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