The London Stage; Vol. 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 18 Excerpt: ... man. is either mad or mischievous. No Jew of that, or any other name, do I know; nay, I question if I ever exchanged a word with any one of the nation in my life. SirS. Your merit, then, and not your fortune, shall endear you to me. I will strike ont ten thousand pounds that I perceive you are not possessed of, and write in ten thousand graces, which I perceive you are possessed of, and so balance the account. Now, Saunders, what's the matter? Enter SAUNDERS. Satin. Your son requested me to give this letter into your hands. Sir S. No, no; there needs no letter. Tell him it is done; say, that you found me conquered in less time than he was. Bid him make haste hither in person, before I run away with his wife; and let turn write no more letters, for I won't read a word of them. Exit Saunders. Eliza. Won'tyou be pleased to open your letter1? Sir S. Positively I will not read it, because Frederick shall not have to say that his rhetoric had any share in making me a convert. If it is, as I soppose, a recital of your graces and good qualities, I do not want his description to assist my sense of what I see j but if you nave a wish to see your own fair person painted by his hand, yon are welcome to indulge it. ( Takes the letter and gives it to Eliza.) Break the seal. Eliza. Tis short; I'll read it to you--I am this instant summoned by Charles Ratctife, on a point of honour, sword to sword Oh heavens I can no more (Drop the letter.) Sir S. What is it? What alarms you? Eliza. Oh that letter T that letter --My husband and my brother --One or both have fallen Sir S. Merciful powers forbid it (Takes up the letter.) Eliza. Stop not to read it Fly and take me with you--plant me between them; I am the cause of quarrel. Let the sword that aims to pierce a heart dear...