Category: Humour
The Female Wits
_Mar._ Why, thou thoughtless inconsiderable Animal! Thou driv'ling dreaming Lump! Is it not past Nine o'Clock? Must not I be at the Rehearsal by Ten, Brainless? And here's a Toylet scarce half furnish'd!
Chapters
3. ACT III.
L. _Whif._ I conceive you, Madam, I have the whole Story in a Corner of my head intire, where no other Thought shall presume to interpose. Confound me, if my damn'd Barber has n...
2. ACT II._Mars._ What in a Heat, and a Passion, and all that, Mr. _Powell_? Lord! I'll tell you, Mr. _Powell_, I have been in a Heat, and Fret, and all that, Mr. _Powell_! I met two or t...
1. ACT I._Mar._ Why, thou thoughtless inconsiderable Animal! Thou driv'ling dreaming Lump! Is it not past Nine o'Clock? Must not I be at the Rehearsal by Ten, Brainless? And here's a Toy...