The Connoisseur; Or, Every Man in His Folly. a Comedy

The Connoisseur; Or, Every Man in His Folly. a Comedy

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1736 edition. Excerpt: ...the Sequel is not fit for modest Ears. JL. Mode. I'gad! no more it is; but it's diverting, and we'll have it out another time. Enter Flavia and Araminta. Ladies! your most obedient! I was in hopes, Madam, 1 to have seen your Ladyship in the Mall--There was to Flavia hardly Room to Walk j this One-a-Clock April Sun, invites the World abroad like a Swarm o'Bees in the Blossoming time. Flav. Pleasant, and Wholesome, my Lord! '. L. Mode. I'gad! neither, Madam!--I found it an absolute Solitude. Flav. How! My Lord!--and so much good Company? L. Mode. Your Ladyship was not there; and the Mall without you of a fine Day--is to me like Wine without good Companyj or an Elegant Feast, where the Cook in the variety of his Skill has omitted my Favourite Dish. Flav. Oh! you're too obliging, my Lord; but I dare fay you did not find it so solitary, as you wou'd make us believe--there was Miss Far ward at least. L. Mode. O! Ay, Madam, and her Twin, Miss Neverblujb)--tho' I'gad I saw neither j but they never miss.--Flav. No, you're as sure to find them there as the Trees. L. Mode. Good!--And they now haunt the Mall, as some Years ago they did the Drawing-Room. Flav. They haunt publick Places, till, like Domestick Spirits, they become so familiar, that People take no Notice of their Appearing. L. Mode. Ha, ha, ha! true Madam.--A Beautiful Lady stiou'd preserve her Sovereignty, as your Eastern Princes do j--yet as I hope to be saved, I think the D 4. Mal/h Mell, one or otheiyhe prettiest Theatres on Earth for a fine Woman to produce her self into Action. L. Const. Yes, for Prudes, Coquets, and superannuated Beauties, who, like Batts, fly abroad in an Evening to catch Fops and Coxcombs.. L. Mode. Nay, Dear Constant; how ill-natur'd that is---and how unhappily wert thou.show more

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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236493117
  • 9781236493118