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| Richard Brinsley Sheridan. (1751–1816) (continued) |
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| 4678 |
| The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. |
| The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 3. |
| 4679 |
| You ’re our enemy; lead the way, and we ’ll precede. |
| The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 1. |
| 4680 |
| There ’s nothing like being used to a thing. 1 |
| The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 4681 |
| As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won’t be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out. |
| The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 4682 |
| My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands! |
| The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 4683 |
| I own the soft impeachment. |
| The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3. |
| 4684 |
| Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,—disfigure them to make ’em pass for their own. 2 |
| The Critic. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 4685 |
| The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous, licentious, abominable, infernal— Not that I ever read them! No, I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper. |
| The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 4686 |
| Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two! |
| The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 4687 |
| Sheer necessity,—the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention. |
| The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 4688 |
| No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope? |
| The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 4689 |
| Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible. |
| The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
| 4690 |
| Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful. |
| The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 4691 |
| Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne. |
| The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 4692 |
| The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, because—it is not yet in sight! |
| The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
