Yes, the man that you asked the ostler at the George to recommend you; the trustworthy man that knows all the by-roads well, and can keep a secret; the man that you wanted to lend you a hand in a job that—

Hear me, when I swear that the farm is your ownThrough all changes Fortune may make;The base charge of falsehood I never have known;This promise I never will break. ROSE and LUCY. Hear him, when he swears

If, by some dexterous stroke, I could manage to curry favour with Norton, and procure some handsome present in return for services rendered,—for ‘work and labour done and performed,’ as my obedient servant,

Keep back, Squire. Knew there’d be something wrong,—ready to come in at the nick of time,—capital custom. FLAM enters and stands next the SQUIRE. SQUIRE. Exposed, baited! Benson, are you mad? Within the

By the bye, I have lost sight of her, and I am interrupting you. (Aside to SQUIRE, as he goes out.) I came to tell you that she is ripe for an elopement, if you urge her strongly. Edmunds has been reproaching

As the suspicions of the family are aroused, no time is to be lost: the girl must be carried off to-night, if possible. With Flam’s assistance and management, she may be speedily removed from within the

And what are these tales, that idle busy fools prate of with delight, among themselves, caring not whose ears they reach, so long as they are kept from the old man, whose blindness—the blindness of a fond

Here I shall stop; let him touch me, and he shall feel the weight of my indignation. Enter FLAM. FLAM. Ah, my charmer! Punctual to my time, you see, my sweet little Damask Rose! JOHN (coming down). A great

GEORGE EDMUNDS enters, with a stick in his hand. EDMUNDS. How thickly the fallen leaves lie scattered at the feet of that old row of elm-trees! When I first met Lucy on this spot, it was a fine spring

Your honour will not object to taste our ale, after your day’s sport. The afternoon is fresh and cool, and ’twill be pleasant here in the air. Here, Ben, Thomas, bring mugs here—quick—quick—and a seat

text-indent:0;line-height:100%;margin-bottom:0} .p3{text-indent:0} You will at once, and without delay, bestow your hand on John Maddox; or if you would aspire to a higher rank in life, and a loftier station

text-indent:0;line-height:100%;margin-bottom:0} .p3{text-indent:0} (Exit Villager.) That’s right, my lads, stow these sheaves away, before the sun goes down. Let’s begin fresh in the morning, without any

font-size:1.3em;line-height:115%;font-weight:bold} .t8{font-weight:bold} text-indent:0;line-height:100%;margin-bottom:0} .p3{text-indent:0} DEDICATION To J. P. HARLEY, ESQ. MY DEAR SIR, My dramatic bantlings