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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...we will, and thou shalt lead up a dance in Via Lactea. FORE. I 'm thunderstruck! You are not married to my niece? SIR SAMP. Not absolutely married, uncle; but very near it, within a kiss of the matter, as you see. Kisses Angelica. ANG. 'Tis very true, indeed, uncle. I hope you'll be my father, and give me. SIR SAMP. That he shall, or I'll burn his globes. Body o' me, he shall be thy father, I 'll make him thy father, and thou shalt make me a father, and I 'll make thee a mother, and we'll beget sons and daughters enough to put the weekly bills out of countenance. SCAN. Death and hell! Where's Valentine? SCENE X. Sir Sampson, Angelica, Foresight, Mrs. ForeSight, Ben, Buckram. MRS. FORE. This is so surprising. SIR SAMP. How! What does my aunt say? Surprising, aunt? Not at all for a young couple to make a match in winter: not at all. It's a plot to undermine cold weather, and destroy that usurper of a bed called a warming-pan. MRS. FORE. I 'm glad to hear you have so much fire in you, Sir Sampson. BEN. Mess, I fear his fire's little better than tinder; mayhap it will only serve to light up a match for somebody else. The young woman's a handsome young woman, I can't deny it: but, father, if I might be your pilot in this case, you should not marry her. It's just the same thing as if so be you should sail so far as the Straits without provision. SIR SAMP. Who gave you authority to speak, sirrah? To your element, fish, be mute, fish, and to sea, rule your helm, sirrah, don't direct me. BEN. Well, well, take you care of your own helm, or you mayn't keep your new vessel steady. SIR SAMP. Why, you impudent tarpaulin! Sirrah, do you bring your forecastle jests upon your father? But I shall be even with you, I won't give you a groat. Mr. Buckram, is the...
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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. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... I 'll leave you. Stealing away upon his tip-toes. BLUFF. Prodigious! What, will you forsake your friend in extremity? You can't in honour refuse to carry him a challenge. Almost whispering, and treading softly after him. SIR JO. Prithee, what do you see in my face that looks as if I would carry a challenge? Honour is your province, captain; take it. All the world know me to be a knight, and a man of worship. SET. I warrant you, sir, I 'm instructed. SHARP. Impossible! Araminta take a liking to a fool? Aloud. SET. Her head runs on nothing else, nor she can talk of nothing else. SHARP. I know she commended him all the while we were in the Park; but I thought it had been only to make Vainlove jealous. SIR JO. How's this! Good bully, hold your breath and let's hearken. Agad, this must be I. SHARP. Death, it can't be. An oaf, an idiot, a wittaL SIR JO. Ay, now it's out; 'tis I, my own individual person. SHARP. A wretch that has flown for shelter to the lowest shrub of mankind, and seeks protection from a blasted coward. SIR JO. That's you, bully back. bluffe frowns upon Sir Joseph. SHARP. She has given Vainlove her promise to marry him before to-morrow morning. Has she not? To Setter. SET. She has, sir; and I have it in charge to attend her all this evening, in order to conduct her to the place appointed. SHARP. Well, I'll go and inform your master; and do you press her to make all the haste imaginable. SCENE VII. Setter, Sir Joseph, Bluffe. SET. Were I a rogue now, what a noble prize could I dispose of! A goodly pinnace, richly laden, and to launch forth under my auspicious convoy. Twelve thousand pounds and all her rigging, besides what lies concealed under hatches. Ha! all this committed to my care! Avaunt, temptation! Setter, show thyself a...From the Inside Flap:
William Congreve (1670-1729) established his reputation at the age of 23 with The Old Bachelor, the first of the four plays contained in this volume.
Seven years later, he turned his back on the stage, having written The Double Dealer, Love for Love and The Way of the World. A master of the comedy of manners, Congreve was the most elegant of the Restoration dramatists. With piercing accuracy he depicted the shallow, brittle world of 'society' where the right artifice in manners, fashion and conversation--and money--eased the passage to success. Through sparkling, witty dialogue and brilliant characterisation--Lady Plyant, Valentine, Lady Touchwood, Mirabell and Millamant--Congreve exposed the follies and vanities of that world, and suggested that behind the glinting mirror lay something more brutal.
'The language is everywhere that of Men of Honour, but their Actions are those of Knaves; a proof that he was perfectly well acquainted with human Nature, and frequented what we call polite company.' --Voltaire
'Congreve quitted the stage in disdain, and comedy left it with him.' --A contemporary
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