The Works of the Late Ingenious Mr. George Farquhar: Containing All His Poems, Letters, Essays and Comedies, Volume 2J. Rivington, 1772 |
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... Fathers . Old Mir . Why , Sir , don't you think that I begat him ? Dug . Why yes , Sir ; you married his Mother , and he inherits your Eftate . He's very like you , upon my Word . Ori . And pray , Brother , what's become of his honeft ...
... Fathers . Old Mir . Why , Sir , don't you think that I begat him ? Dug . Why yes , Sir ; you married his Mother , and he inherits your Eftate . He's very like you , upon my Word . Ori . And pray , Brother , what's become of his honeft ...
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... Father ? Eh ! Heark'e Oriana , what think you , now , of a Fellow that can eat and drink ye a whole Lewis d'Or at a ... Father's Friend , and has 3 has a young Lady in his Houfe , whofe Company The Way to win him . 15.
... Father ? Eh ! Heark'e Oriana , what think you , now , of a Fellow that can eat and drink ye a whole Lewis d'Or at a ... Father's Friend , and has 3 has a young Lady in his Houfe , whofe Company The Way to win him . 15.
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... Fathers for you , that under- ftand the Neceffities of young Men ; not like our musty Dads , who because they cannot fifh themfelves , would muddy the Water , and spoil the Sport of them that can . But But now you talk of the Plamp ...
... Fathers for you , that under- ftand the Neceffities of young Men ; not like our musty Dads , who because they cannot fifh themfelves , would muddy the Water , and spoil the Sport of them that can . But But now you talk of the Plamp ...
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... [ imitates him . ] No hang it , ' twill never do.- Oons , what did my Father mean by fticking me up in an Univerfity , or to think that I fhou'd gain any thing by my my Head , in a Nation whofe Genius lies all The Way to win him . 19.
... [ imitates him . ] No hang it , ' twill never do.- Oons , what did my Father mean by fticking me up in an Univerfity , or to think that I fhou'd gain any thing by my my Head , in a Nation whofe Genius lies all The Way to win him . 19.
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... Father ! Enter Old Mirabel . Old Mir . Where's Bob ? dear Bob ? Mir . Your Bleffing , Sir . Old Mir . My Bleffing ! Damn ye . ye young Rogue ; why did not you come to fee your Father firft , Sirrah ? My dear Boy , I am heartily glad to ...
... Father ! Enter Old Mirabel . Old Mir . Where's Bob ? dear Bob ? Mir . Your Bleffing , Sir . Old Mir . My Bleffing ! Damn ye . ye young Rogue ; why did not you come to fee your Father firft , Sirrah ? My dear Boy , I am heartily glad to ...
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Page 54 - 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 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 64 - 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 68 - 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 61 - 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.