The Works of the Late Ingenious Mr. George Farquhar: Containing All His Poems, Letters, Essays and Comedies, Volume 2

Front Cover
J. Rivington, 1772

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 77 - I inquired what countryman he was; they replied, 'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded whence he came ; their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked whither he went; and they replied, they knew nothing of the matter,— and this is all I could learn.
Page 77 - Why, some think he's a spy, some guess he's a mountebank, some say one thing, some another ; but for my own part, I believe he's a Jesuit. Dor. A Jesuit ! why a Jesuit ? Scrub. Because he keeps his horses always ready saddled, and his footman talks French.
Page 79 - Can fire the guest in warming of the bed — There's a touch of sublime Milton for you, and the subject but an inn-keeper's daughter ! I can play with a girl as an angler does with his fish ; he keeps it at the end of his line, runs it up the stream, and down the stream, till at last he brings it to hand, tickles the trout, and so whips it into his basket.
Page 56 - I have a good running trade ; I have but one daughter, and I can give her — but no matter for that. Aim. You're very happy, Mr. Boniface. Pray, what other company have you in town ? Bon. A power of fine ladies ; and then we have the French officers., Aim.
Page 85 - I'll tell you. Of a Monday I drive the coach, of a Tuesday I drive the plough, on Wednesday I follow the hounds, a Thursday I dun the tenants, on Friday I go to market, on Saturday I draw warrants, and a Sunday I draw beer.
Page 34 - And if you go to that, how can you, after what is passed, have the confidence to deny me ? Was not this blood shed in your defence, and my life...
Page 66 - O matrimony! He tosses up the clothes with a barbarous swing over his shoulders, disorders the whole economy of my bed, leaves me half naked, and my whole night's comfort is the tuneable serenade of that wakeful nightingale, his nose!
Page 70 - Mother was useless at five and twenty; not wheedle ! would you make your Mother a Whore and me a Cuckold, as the saying is? I tell you his Silence confesses it, and his Master spends his Money so freely, and is so much a Gentleman every manner of way that he must be a Highwayman. Enter Gibbet in a Cloak.
Page 63 - I have been here but a week, and I have recruited five. Plume. Five ! pray what are they ? Kite. I have listed the strong man of Kent, the king of the gipsies, a Scotch pedlar, a scoundrel attorney, and a Welsh parson.
Page 78 - Tis the best plot in the world: your mother, you know, will be gone to church, my spouse will be got to the ale-house with his scoundrels, and the house will be our own — so we drop in by accident, and ask the fellow some questions ourselves.

Bibliographic information