False Colours; A Comedy, in Five Acts

False Colours; A Comedy, in Five Acts

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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. 1793 edition. Excerpt: ...Old Manly dries his eyes, and looks resentfully when you retained enough of bodily strength and force of mind to cope with them--but--at your time of day, when the timbers are approaching fast towards decay, when the lights of the understanding are upon the glimmer, and the reckoning of life is pretty nearly out--Oh! 'tis too horrible. Faith, after all, I don't know how to comfort you. Old Manly, In a rage. Both rising. I believe not, indeed; you fusty, musty, old, foul-mouthed, weather-beaten coxcomb---timbers approaching fast to decay. Whose timbers do you mean, old jury-mast? look at your own crazy hulk--do--and don't keep quoting your damn'd log-book criticisms upon your juniors and your betters. Admiral. Nay, my good friend. Old Manly. Damn your friendship, and your goodness too. I don't like friendship that only wants me to hate myself--and goodness that only goes to prove every thing bad about me. So, good Mr. Yellow Admiral, sheer off--do--and till you can stuff your old vessel with a cargo of more commoditable merchandize, don't let me fee you in my latitude again. Admiral. Sir, let me tell you, you may repent of this language; and were it not for pity of your age and your misfortunes. Old Manly. O curse your pity, and as for misfortunes, I know of none equal to your consolation. Admiral. You shall hear more of this, Mr. Manly. Old Manly. Not for the present, if you please---- if you wane my life, take it--take any-thing--' only take yourself off. Admiral. Very well, sir. You shall hear from me at a proper time. Afiie. I have made the old fool nobly miserable; that's some comfort, however. Old Manly, solus. What an ass was I, to listen so long to the hollow croakings of this melancholy sea monster--a rusty old weather cock; always...show more

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  • Paperback | 124 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 7mm | 236g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123656037X
  • 9781236560377