Nigel; A Play, in Five Acts, as First Performed, at the Theatre Royal Covent Garden, Jan. 28, 1823

Nigel; A Play, in Five Acts, as First Performed, at the Theatre Royal Covent Garden, Jan. 28, 1823

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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. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ... stay with you P Martha. In all places, stranger, And most in this, where ev'ry knave, that ties Your points, would pick your purse, the wise man's ever His own best servant. While you sojourn here, (And, if you've wit, you'll scarce outstay necessity, ) Wait, therefore, on yourself; and let him not Advance you money; for his faculties, Ag'd as you see them in all else, would there Be more than match for youth. Tmpb. I'll be his servant, And brush his cloak or shoes; do all his errands, Ugh, soon and safe---for a consideration. Jllartha. Give you good night: it ill beseems a daughter To hear a father thus, with his own tongue, Undo his own respect: his aged wit Grows mean, and draws his manners after it. 'I'is but the dread, lest robbers guess we've gold, _ Makes him affect this sordidness. Trapb. No more Ofthat, housewife; no more on't, or I'll heat thee, Housewife; ugh! beat thee with my staff, for fetching And carrying lies, to get our throats cut, housewife! Martha. (Drawing him away.) Father, to bed; the night grows late; to bed. Trapb. Sir, I'm a poor man, very poor, and willing To do you any turn in honesty, --For a consideration. _E.-cit, with MARTIiA, who gentl;/forces him Nigel. There they go, VVell fitted each to each, like bitter me-d'cine Waiting upon disease.---How now? You never Can hold this life, Lord Nigel. Poor you are In all but your rich blood; which blood, so rich, Being indulged, doth make men to be poor; And your poor lord, like to a stately ship, Wanting the wind, that should make flush her sails, Lies logged, for lesser craft to mock in passing. You, sirrah, rapier out.---sure you and I _ With yonder pellets, (pointing to his pistols) and the Palatine...show more

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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236916271
  • 9781236916273