The Country Wife; A Comedy, as It Is Acted at the Theatre-Royal. Written by Mr. Wycherley

The Country Wife; A Comedy, as It Is Acted at the Theatre-Royal. Written by Mr. Wycherley

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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. 1751 edition. Excerpt: ...and what I think him to me, I must be so to him; your Servant, Sir. Hare. Have Women only Constancy when 'tis a Vice, and are, like Fortune, only true to Foots? Dor. Thou slia't not stir, thou robust Creature, you see I can deal with you, therefore you shou'd stay he rather, and be kind. To Lucy, toht struggles to get from him. Enter Pinchwtfe. Mr. Pinch. Gone, gone, not to be found; quite gone, ten thousand Plagues go with 'em; which way went they, f Alkh. But into t'otBer Walk, Brother. Lucy. Their Business will be done presently sure, an't please your Worship, ir can't be long in doing I'm sure en't. Alith. Are they not there? Mr. Pinch. No, you know where they are, you infamous Wretch, eternal Shame of your Family, which you do not dishonour enough yourself, you think, bat you must help her to do it too, thou Legion of Bauds. Alith. Good Brother. Mr. Pinch. Damn'd, damn'd SistttV.... Alith. Look you here; she's coming. Enter Mistress Pinchwise in Man's Clothes, running nuith Sir Hat under her Arm, full of Oranges and drfd Fruit, Horner following. Mrs. Pinch. O dear Bud, look you here what I have got, so. Mr. Pinch. And what I have got here too, which you can't fee. '. '.. Astde ruhhing his Forehead. Mrs. Pinch. The sine Gentleman has given me better things yet. Mr. Pinch. Has he so? (Out of Breath and colour'd 1 must hold yet.) Horn. I have only given your little Brother an Orange, Sir. Mr. Pinch. Thank you, Sir. To Horner. You have only squeez'd my Orange, I suppose, and given it me again; yet I must have a City-Patience. Afide. Come, come away---To his Wife. Mrs. Pinch. Stay, till I have put up my sine things, Bud. Enter Sir Jasper Fidget. Sir Jajp. O Master Horner, come, come, the Ladies stay for you; your Mistrel, my Wise, wonders...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236583116
  • 9781236583116