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Can you deny me will you not give me one lone hour i'th' Garden? Gay. Where we shall only tantalize each other with dull kissing, and part with the same Appetite we met No, Madam; besides, I have business L. Ful. Some Assignation is it so indeed? Gay. Away, you cannot think me such a Traitor; 'tis more important business L. Ful. Oh, 'tis too late for business let to morrow serve. Gay.
You do me much Honour: I must confess I do not find the softer Sex cruel; I am received as well as another Man of my Parts. Friend. Of your Money you mean, Sir. Sir Tim. Why, 'faith, Ned, thou art i'th' right; I love to buy my Pleasure: for, by Fortune, there's as much pleasure in Vanity and Variety, as any Sins I know; What think'st thou, Ned? Friend.
'Betty, said Robin, wipin' his face wi' his sleeve, 'it's bin dry weather latly. So th' owd lass took th' hint, an' fetched 'em a quart o' ale. While they stood i'th middle o'th floor suppin' their ale, Betty took th' candle an' went a-lookin' at this organ; and hoo couldn't tell whatever to make on it.... Did'n yo ever see a weshin'-machine, Nanny?" "Never i' my life," said Nanny.
SCENE II. The Palace. Enter Falatius, Labree, as passing by they meet Cleontius. Cle. Your Servant, my Lord. So coldly, stay your reason, Sir. Fal. How mean you, Sir? Cle. Do you not know me? Fal. Yes, I have seen you, and think you are Cleontius, A Servant of the Prince's; wert i'th' Campania too, If I mistake not. Cle. Can you recal me by no better instances? Fal. What need of any, pray? Cle.
You know my Julia play'd me e'en such another Prank as your false one is going to play you, and married old Sir Cautious Fulbank here i'th' City; at which you know I storm'd, and rav'd, and swore, as thou wo't now, and to as little purpose. There was but one way left, and that was cuckolding him. Bel. Well, that Design I left thee hot upon. Gay.
"Aw'm a poor cotton weighver, as ony one knows; We'n no meight i'th heawse, an' we'n worn eawt er clothes; We'n live't upo nettles, while nettles were good; An' Wayterloo porritch is th' most of er food; This clemmin' and starvin', Wi' never a farthin' It's enough to drive ony mon mad." This family was four in number man, wife, and two children.
Ah, Madam, do not fear me in this posture, Which I will never quit till you have pardon'd me; It was a fault the most excusable, That ever wretched Lover did commit; And that which hinder'd me from following thee, Was that I could not well repent the Crime; But like a surly Sinner fac'd it out, And said, I thought 'twas just, yes, fair Erminia; Hadst thou been mine, I would i'th' face of Heaven, Proclaim it just and brave revenge: But, Madam, you were Wife to my Prince, And that was all my sin: Alas, in vain I hop'd for some return, And grew impatient of th'unkind delay, And frantickly I then out-run my happiness.
Die, die, then; for your Betters must be served before you. Isa. Oh! I shall rave; false and lovely as you are, did you not swear to marry me, and make me a Viscountess. Guil. Ay, that was once when I was a Lover; but, now you are a Queen, you're too high i'th' mouth for me. Isa. Ah! name it not; will you be still hard-hearted? Guil. As a Flint, by Jove. Isa. Have you forgot your Love? Guil.
It was a long time before the ancients received credit for their stories of showers of stones; and all were ready to joke with Butler, at the story of the Thracian rock, which fell in the river Aegos: "For Anaxagoras, long agon, Saw hills, as well as you i'th' moon, And held the sun was but a piece Of red hot iron as big as Greece.
A mon connot olez be sober; A mon connot sing To a bonnier thing Nor a pitcher o' stingin' October." "Jenny, my lass," said the old woman, "see who it is. It's oather 'Skedlock' or 'Nathan o' Dangler's." Jenny peeped through the window, an' said, "It's Skedlock. He's lookin' at th' turmits i'th garden. Little Joseph's wi' him. They're comin' in. Joseph's new clogs on."
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