Plays: The city madam. The guardian. A very woman. The bashful lover. The old law

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Printed for G. and W. Nicol by W. Bulmer, 1813
 

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Página 118 - As his penitency shall work me. Make you good Your promised reformation, and instruct Our city dames, whom wealth makes proud, to move In their own spheres ; and willingly to confess, In their habits, manners, and their highest port, A distance 'twixt the city and the court.
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