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Spoken by a Shabby Poet.
Be sure now you deliver my master's as carefully as I do this.
I am all duty. But if you discover me here, you ruin the fairest prospect that man ever had.
There's an action out.
the old hag has struck off her bill, the rest is in that purse.
if she has not already conceived that, as the supreme blessing of life.
Nay, then 'tis time to look grave.
You frighten'd me out of my wits.
Very well, a mighty civil letter, I promise you; not one smutty word in it: I'll go lock it up in my comb-box.
which tho' we are man and wife, and lie under one roof, 'tis very possible may not be this fortnight.
If your ladyship wou'd give me the same kind orders for yours.
one's in my heart, t'other's in my scabbard.
Adieu t'ye, Sir.
her necklace shall pawn for't.
You see what charms you have, when you are pleased to make use of 'em.
'tis in one lady's power to make me the best-humour'd man on earth.
Well, any news?
I don't understand rallery in such matters.
THE
MISTAKE.
COMEDY.
Dramatis Personae.
MEN.
A Bravo.
WOMEN.
THE
MISTAKE.
Then I shall be what man was never yet Ten thousand blessings on thee for thy news, I could adore thee as a Deity.
shall I ease thee of this?
I have read it.
What the deuce wouldst thou have with me, with thy good-morrows, and thy services?
What do you mean, Sir? I bar all surprise.
But all shall be well with you both, if you will but let me alone.
what can have been the occasion of this wild report; sure you cannot be yourself a party in it.
Master, let us shew ourselves men, and leave their briny tears to wash their dirty faces.
Will you accept a trifle from your servant?
I own 'tis the top of all thy presents, and might be useful to me; but that thou may'st have nothing to upbraid me with, even take it again with the rest of them.
to get in privately, have you not?
stand and see one of your husbands stoter'd before your face? 'Tis an arrant shame.
Of all I ask forgiveness. And since there is so fair a cause of all my wild mistakes, I hope I by her interest shall obtain it.
THE
COUNTRY HOUSE.
FARCE.
Dramatis Personae.
MEN.
WOMEN.
THE
COUNTRY HOUSE.
it is certainly he.
Who's there, what do you want? who are you?
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