Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1 tomasA. Millar, 1798 |
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... Enter FRIBBLE . Bid . Mr Fribble your servant . Frib , Miss Biddy your slave - I hope I have not come upon you abruptly ; I should have waited upon you soon- er , er , but an accident happen'd that discompos'd me so MISS IN HER TEENS . 73.
... Enter FRIBBLE . Bid . Mr Fribble your servant . Frib , Miss Biddy your slave - I hope I have not come upon you abruptly ; I should have waited upon you soon- er , er , but an accident happen'd that discompos'd me so MISS IN HER TEENS . 73.
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... Frib . Your prudence is equal to your beauty , miss , and 1 hope your permitting me to kiss your hands will be no impeachment to your understanding . Bid . I hate the sight of him . [ Aside . ] I was afraid I should not have had the ...
... Frib . Your prudence is equal to your beauty , miss , and 1 hope your permitting me to kiss your hands will be no impeachment to your understanding . Bid . I hate the sight of him . [ Aside . ] I was afraid I should not have had the ...
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... Frib . Not in the least , maam ; pray don't be apprehen- sive - A milk - poultice , and a gentle sweat to - night , with a little manna in the morning , I am confident , will relieve me entirely . Bid . But pray , Mr Fribble , do you ...
... Frib . Not in the least , maam ; pray don't be apprehen- sive - A milk - poultice , and a gentle sweat to - night , with a little manna in the morning , I am confident , will relieve me entirely . Bid . But pray , Mr Fribble , do you ...
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... Frib . You are mistaken , I assure you ; I am prodigi- ously rallied about my passion for you , I can tell you that , and am look'd upon as lost to our society already ; he , he , he ! Bid . Pray , Mr Fribble , now you have gone so far ...
... Frib . You are mistaken , I assure you ; I am prodigi- ously rallied about my passion for you , I can tell you that , and am look'd upon as lost to our society already ; he , he , he ! Bid . Pray , Mr Fribble , now you have gone so far ...
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... Frib . I obey - Hem ! -William Fribble , Esq ; to miss Biddy Bellair - greeting . No ice so bard , so cold as I , ' Till warm'd and soften'd by your eyes And now my beart dissolves away In dreams by night , in sigbs by day ; No brutal ...
... Frib . I obey - Hem ! -William Fribble , Esq ; to miss Biddy Bellair - greeting . No ice so bard , so cold as I , ' Till warm'd and soften'd by your eyes And now my beart dissolves away In dreams by night , in sigbs by day ; No brutal ...
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