St. Patrick's day, or, the scheming lieutenant : a farce in one act by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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lovee, you shall never submit to such impositions; die at once, and be
a customer to none of them. _Just_. I won't die, Bridget--I don't like death. _Mrs. Bri_. Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over. _Just_. Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time. _Mrs. Bri_. O my dear, pray consider the will. _Enter_ LAURETTA. _Lau_. O my father, what is this I hear? _O'Con_. Quiddam seomriam deos tollam rosam. _Rosy_. The doctor is astonished at the sight of your fair daughter. _Just_. How so? _O'Con_. Damsellum livivum suvum rislibani. _Rosy_. He says that he has lost his heart to her, and that if you will give him leave to pay his addresses to the young lady, and promise your consent to the union, if he should gain her affections, |
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