Excerpt: ...told me of, I swear 'tis a thorough nankeen as ever I saw! for her eyes, their utmost merit is not squinting-for her teeth, where there is one of ivory, its neighbour is pure ebony, black and white alternately, just like the keys of a harpsichord. Then, as to her singing, and heavenly voice-by this hand, she has a shrill, cracked pipe, ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...told me of, I swear 'tis a thorough nankeen as ever I saw! for her eyes, their utmost merit is not squinting-for her teeth, where there is one of ivory, its neighbour is pure ebony, black and white alternately, just like the keys of a harpsichord. Then, as to her singing, and heavenly voice-by this hand, she has a shrill, cracked pipe, that sounds for all the world like a child's trumpet. Don Jer. Why, you little Hebrew scoundrel, do you mean to insult me? Out of my house, I say! Don Ferd. Coming forward. Dear sir, what's the matter? Don Jer. Why, this Israelite here has the impudence to say your sister's ugly. Don Ferd. He must be either blind or insolent. Isaac. Aside.So, I find they are all in a story. Egad, I believe I have gone too far! Don Ferd. Sure, sir, there must be some mistake; it can't be my sister whom he has seen. Don Jer. 'Sdeath! you are as great a fool as he! What mistake can there be? Did not I lock up Louisa, and haven't I the key in my own pocket? and didn't her maid show him into the dressing-room? and yet you talk of a mistake! No, the Portuguese meant to insult me-and, but that this roof protects him, old as I am, this sword should do me justice. Isaac. IAside. must get off as well as I can-her fortune is not the less handsome. DUET. Isaac. Believe me, good sir, I ne'er meant to offend; My mistress I love, and I value my friend To win her and wed her is still my request, For better for worse-and I swear I don't jest. Don Jer. Zounds! you'd best not provoke me, my rage is so high! Isaac. Hold him fast, I beseech you, his rage is so high! Good sir, you're too hot, and this place I must fly. Don Jer. You're a knave and a sot, and this place you'd best fly. Isaac. Don Jerome, come now, let us lay aside all joking, and be serious. Don Jer. How? Isaac. Ha! ha! ha! I'll be hanged if you haven't taken my abuse of your daughter seriously. Don Jer. You meant it so, did not you? Isaac. O mercy, ...Read Less
New. This item is printed on demand. Richard Brinsley Sheridan (1751-1816) was an Irish playwright and Whig statesman. On May 8, 1777, Sheridan directed his masterpiece, A School for Scandal, at the Drury Lane Theater. In 1780 Sheridan entered Parliament as.
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