The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, Volume 2Hastings, Etheridge, and Bliss, 1809 |
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... Postboy , Mr. HOLTOM . Mr. QUICK . WOMEN . Miss Richland , Mrs. BULKELEY . Olivia , Mrs. MATTOCKS . Mrs. Croaker , Mrs. PITT . Garnet Mrs. GREEN . Landlady , Mrs. WHITE . Scene , LONDON . Vol . 2. p.174 . THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN.
... Postboy , Mr. HOLTOM . Mr. QUICK . WOMEN . Miss Richland , Mrs. BULKELEY . Olivia , Mrs. MATTOCKS . Mrs. Croaker , Mrs. PITT . Garnet Mrs. GREEN . Landlady , Mrs. WHITE . Scene , LONDON . Vol . 2. p.174 . THE GOOD - NATUR'D MAN.
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... post - boy , was the word . Enter CROAKER . Croaker . Well , while my friend Honeywood is upon the post of danger at the bar , it must be my business to have an eye about me here . I think I know an in- cendiary's look ; for wherever ...
... post - boy , was the word . Enter CROAKER . Croaker . Well , while my friend Honeywood is upon the post of danger at the bar , it must be my business to have an eye about me here . I think I know an in- cendiary's look ; for wherever ...
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... POSTBOY , dragging in JARVIS . HONEYWOOD entering soon after . Aye , master , we Postboy . Here is have him fast enough . the incendiary dog . I'm entitled to the reward ; I'll take my oath I saw him ask for the money at the þar , and ...
... POSTBOY , dragging in JARVIS . HONEYWOOD entering soon after . Aye , master , we Postboy . Here is have him fast enough . the incendiary dog . I'm entitled to the reward ; I'll take my oath I saw him ask for the money at the þar , and ...
Página 174
... Postboy . ) Hold him fast , the dog ; he has the gallows in his face . Come , you dog , confess ; confess all , and hang yourself . Postboy . Zounds ! master , what do you throttle me for ! Croaker , ( beating him . ) Dog , do you ...
... Postboy . ) Hold him fast , the dog ; he has the gallows in his face . Come , you dog , confess ; confess all , and hang yourself . Postboy . Zounds ! master , what do you throttle me for ! Croaker , ( beating him . ) Dog , do you ...
Página 175
... postboy . ) My good friend , I believe you'll be surprised , when I assure you →→→→ Postboy . Sure me nothing - I'm sure of nothing but a good beating , Croaker . Come then you , madam , if you ever hope for any favor or forgiveness ...
... postboy . ) My good friend , I believe you'll be surprised , when I assure you →→→→ Postboy . Sure me nothing - I'm sure of nothing but a good beating , Croaker . Come then you , madam , if you ever hope for any favor or forgiveness ...
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assure aunt Bailiff bar-maid battle of Belgrade believe blest Charles Marlow charms child daughter David Garrick Dear Sir Diggory Duke of Marlborough Ecod Enter CROAKER Enter Miss Exeunt Exit face father favor fear fellow folly fool fortune friendship Garnet girl give good-natur'd hand happiness hear heart honor hope horses hour humor impudence Jarvis jewels Kate keep lady Landlady Landlord laugh leave Leontine letter Lofty look Lord madam Maid Marlow married master mean mind Miss Hardcastle Miss Neville Miss Richland modest never night OLIVER GOLDSMITH Olivia on't pardon passion perhaps pleasure poor Postboy Pray pretty pruin scene Servant shew Sir Charles Sir William Honeywood smile soul stept STOOPS TO CONQUER sure sweet SWEET AUBURN talk tell there's thing thou Tony town undone what's Whitefoord young gentleman Zounds
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