Category: Plays/Films/Dramas
_Gray_. Oh, the best man may be thrown, and the best horse throw too; but come, you have no bones broken. Had any man but myself, Ned Grayling, shoed your horse, I should have said something had been amiss with his irons—but that couldn’t be.
_Gray_. So now for my task; this is a day of triumph for me; I could have dressed myself as for a holyday; this Gwinett once dead who knows how time may work upon Lucy; perhaps...
10. SCENE III.—_Interior of the Blake’s Head_._Gil_. You’ll see him then? Ah I knew you’d think better of it. He’s a very pleasant kind of gentleman; and asked after you so earnestly, that I’m sure he cannot mean but kind.
3. SCENE III.—_A Room in the Blake’s Head_._Label_. Well, now let me see, where’s my next point of destination? ah, Dover. Thus I go through the country, and by both my trades of barber and doctor, contrive to look at th...
2. SCENE II.—_Wood_._Gwin_. I’ve distanced them—but i’faith I’ve had to run for it.—No, no, fair gentlemen, I hope yet to have many a blithe day ashore—high winds, roaring seas, and the middle-watc...
6. SCENE II.—_A view of the country_._Label_. So far safe; egad Gilbert’s advice was not altogether unnecessary, for I’ve had to keep up a running account for these five miles—eh—what a crowd of people are coming h...
1. SCENE I.—_View of the Country_._Gray_. Oh, the best man may be thrown, and the best horse throw too; but come, you have no bones broken. Had any man but myself, Ned Grayling, shoed your horse, I should have s...
5. SCENE I.—_Outside view of the Sessions’ House_._Gil_. Why I don’t know what to think: matters stand very strong against him—but then he looks as freshly, and speaks as calmly—no he can’t be guilty—and yet the knife—and my ma...
9. SCENE II.—_View of Deal—the Sea_._Gray_. Doubts!—There might have been among those who are touched with a demure look; but no, he was guilty—guilty of the murder—and I saw him die the death of an assassin.
8. SCENE I.—_The Blake’s Head_._Gil_. But not the less to be remembered—it is now eighteen years this very day, since poor Ambrose Gwinett died the death of a murderer!—I’m sure he was innocent—I’d lay my lif...
4. SCENE IV.—_Another Room in the Blake’s Head_._Gil_. Well, I’ve looked all through the house, fastened the doors, hung up the keys, and now have nothing to do but to go and sleep until called up by the cock. Well I never sa...