. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. oor Dick! he had the mostengaging way with him of making punch ; and thenhis cabin was so neat; but his poor boy, Jack, wasthe most comical bastard: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! apickled dog; I shall never forget him. ; Capt. P. Have you got your recruits, my dear?, Cc(pt. B. Not a stick, my dear! Capt. P. Probably I shall furnish you, my dear!instead of the twenty thousand p
. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. oor Dick! he had the mostengaging way with him of making punch ; and thenhis cabin was so neat; but his poor boy, Jack, wasthe most comical bastard: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! apickled dog; I shall never forget him. ; Capt. P. Have you got your recruits, my dear?, Cc(pt. B. Not a stick, my dear! Capt. P. Probably I shall furnish you, my dear!instead of the twenty thousand pounds you talkedof, you shall have the twenty brave recruits that Ihave raised at the rate they cost me. My commis-sion I lay down, to be taken up by some braverfellow, that has more merit and less good fortune;whilst I endeavour, by the example of this worthygentleman, to serve my king and country at some regret I quit the active glory full reivardfor life does yield;But trade, with all its trainOf endless plague, fatigue, and endless pain,J gladly quit, with my fair spouse to raise recruits the matrimonial THE RIVALS; A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.—BY R. B. Act IV.—Scene 2. SIR ANTHONY ABSOLUTECAPTAIN ABSOLUTESIR LUCIUS OTRIGGERFAULKLANDACRES CHABACTERS. FAGDAVID JAMES COACHMAN SERVANTS MRS. MALAPROP LYDIA LANGUISH JULIA LUCY JENNY ACT T. Scene I.—A Street at Bath. Coachman crosses Uie Stage. Enter Fag, looking after him. Fag- What, Thomas! Sure, tis he! What,Thomas! Thomas! Coach. Eh! ods life! Mr. Fag! rive ns yourhand, my old fellow servant. Farj. Excuse my glove, Thomas; Im devilishglad to see yon, my lad! Why, my prince of cha-noteers, you look as hearty—But who the deucethought of seeing you in Bath? Coach. Sure, master. Madam Julia, Harry, , and the postillion be all come. Fag. Indeed! Coach. Ay: master thought another fit of thegout was coming to make him a visit, so hed amind to git the s
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