London Assurance: A Comedy in Five ActsDick and Fitzgerald, 1889 - 67 pages |
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2½ hours 2nd dress acts Ahem aloud Augustin Daly Augustus Hamilton Belgrave square Black chair character CHARLES COURTLY Comedy drama comes costume crosses delighted devil dinner DOLLY SPANKER door elope Enter COOL Enter DAZZLE Enter GRACE Enter JAMES Enter MAX Enter SIR HARCOURT Enter YOUNG COURTLY excuse Exeunt Farcical comedy father feel fellow fob chain FRANCIS PEABODY MAGOUN frock coat gaiter-pantaloons gaiters gentleman going GRACE HARKAWAY gracious hair hand happy hesitation in saying honor horse hunt husband Jenks kisses Lady Courtly Lady G Lady Gay Spanker laughing LONDON ASSURANCE look marriage MARTIN MAX and SIR MAX HARKAWAY MEDDLE Miss Grace never Oak Hall pantaloons pardon permit Pert play retire riding habit Sir H Sir Harcourt Courtly sits SOLOMON ISAACS Span SYNOPSIS OF INCIDENTS thank to-morrow uncle vulgar what's wife window witness wretched
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Page 36 - Colt baulked a leap and went wild. Kitty and I had it all to ourselves — she was three lengths ahead as we breasted the last wall, six feet, if an inch, and a ditch on the other side. Now, for the first time, I gave Blueskin his head — ha ! ha ! Away he flew like a thunderbolt — over went the filly — I over the same spot, leaving Kitty in the ditch — walked the steeple, eight miles in thirty minutes, and scarcely turned a hair.
Page 36 - Gloriously, Max ! gloriously ! There were sixty horses in the field, all mettle to the bone : the start was a picture — away we went in a cloud — pell-mell — helter-skelter — the fools first, as usual, using themselves up — we soon passed them — first your Kitty, then my Blueskin, and Craven's colt last. Then came the tug — Kitty skimmed the walls — Blueskin flew over the fences — the Colt neck-and-neck, and half a mile to run — at last the Colt baulked a leap and went wild.
Page 35 - Lady Gay. Ha ! I say, governor, does my ladyship hunt? I rather flatter myself that I do hunt! Why, Sir Harcourt, one might as well live without laughing as without hunting. Man was fashioned expressly to fit a horse. Are not hedges and ditches created for leaps ? Of course ! And I look upon foxes to be one of the most. blessed dispensations of a benign Providence. Sir H.
Page 18 - I'd put a girdle round about the earth, in very considerably less than forty minutes. MAX. Ah! ha! We'll show old Fiddlestrings how to spend the day. He imagines that Nature, at the earnest request of Fashion, made summer days long for him to saunter in the Park, and winter nights, that he might have good time to get cleared out at hazard or at whist. Give me the yelping of a pack of hounds, before the shuffling of a pack of cards. What state can match the chase in full cry, each vying with his fellow...
Page 25 - GRACE. It strikes me, sir, that you are a stray bee from the hive of fashion ; if so, reserve your honey for its proper cell. A truce to compliments.
Page 63 - Curse the post-boy ! (aloud) Madam, if the retention of your fortune be the plea on which you are about to bestow your hand on one you do not love, and whose very actions speak his carelessness for that inestimable jewel he is incapable of appreciating — know that I am devotedly, madly attached to you. Grace. You, sir ? Impossible ! Young C.
Page 49 - Hears of my death — screams out — and then asks me to waltz! I am bewildered! Can she suspect me? I wonder which she likes best — me or my double ? Confound this disguise — I must retain it — I have gone too far with my dad to pull up now.
Page 63 - COURTLY. [Aside] It was the best pretence I ever saw. GRACE. An absurd, vain, conceited coxcomb, who appeared to imagine that I was so struck with his fulsome speech, that he could turn me round his...
Page 24 - MEDDLE. Not much information elicited from that witness. Jenks is at the bottom of this. I have very little hesitation in saying, Jenks is a libellous rascal ; I heard reports that he was undermining my character here, through Mrs. Pert. Now I'm certain of it. Assault is expensive ; but, I certainly will put by a small weekly Stipendium, until I can afford to kick Jenks.
Page 51 - Can it be out-Heroded? LADY GAY: Yes, I could forgive that. I do. It is my duty. But only imagine - picture to yourself, my dear Sir Harcourt, though I, the third daughter of an Earl, married him out of pity for his destitute and helpless situation as a bachelor with ten thousand a year - conceive, if you can - he actually permits me, with the most placid indifference, to flirt with any old fool I may meet. SIR HARCOURT: Good gracious!