Cumberland's British Theatre; With Remarks, Biographical and Critical Volume 5

Cumberland's British Theatre; With Remarks, Biographical and Critical Volume 5

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1826 edition. Excerpt: ...do you think of Thomas, our gardener 1 Looking L. There he is at the other end of the walk. He's a pretty young man, and the servants say, he's always writing verses on you. Ros. Indeed, Lucinda, you are very silly. Luc. Indeed, Rosetta, that blush makes you look very handsome. Ros. Blush! I am sure I don't blush. Luc. Ha, ha, ha! Ros. Pshaw! Lucinda, how can you be so ridiculous? Luc. Well, don't be angry, and I have done--But suppose you did like him, how could you help yourself? Exeunt Lucinda, L. Rosetta, R. U. E. Enter Young Meadows, L. U. E. with a Wateringpot--set sit down, c. Young M. (c.) Let me see--on the fifteenth of June, at half an hour past five in the morning--Taking out a Pocket-book--1 left my father's house unknown to any one, having made free with a coat and jacket of our gardener's that fitted me, by way of a disguise; so says my pocket-book: and chance directing me to this village, on the twentieth of the same month I procured a recommendation to the worshipful Justice Woodcock, to be the superintendant of his pumpkins and cabbages, because I would let my father see, I chose to run aDy lengths, rather than submit to what his obstinacy would tiave forced me--a marriage against my inclination, with a. woman I never saw. Puts up the book, and takes up the watering-pot. Here I have been three weeks, and in that time I am as much altered as if I had changed my nature with my habit.--'Sdeath, to fall in love with a chambermaid: And yet, if I could forget'that I am the son and heir of Sir William Meadows. But that's impossible. AIR. O 1 had I been by fate decreed Some humble cottage swain; In fair Rosetta's sight to feed My sheep upon the plain; What bliss had I been born to taste, Which now I ne'er must know! Ye envious...show more

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  • Paperback | 140 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 263g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236569075
  • 9781236569073