Money: A Comedy in Five Acts ; as Performed at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket

Chapman and Hall, 1853 - 95 ページ


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9 ページ - Returning, he proclaims by many a grace, By shrugs and strange contortions of his face, How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
96 ページ - ... lustre? Even so from this low cell, poverty, I lift my eyes to Pauline and forget my chains. — [Goes to the picture and draws aside the curtain.] See, this is her image — painted from memory. Oh, how the canvas wrongs her! — [Takes up the brush and throws it aside.] I shall never be a painter! I can paint no likeness but one, and that is above all art. I would turn soldier — France needs soldiers! But to leave the air that Pauline breathes! What is the hour? — so late? I will tell thee...
95 ページ - I've won the prize! — never missed one shot! Is it not handsome, this gun? Widow. Humph! — Well, what is it worth, Claude? Mel. Worth! What is a riband worth to a soldier? Worth! everything! Glory is priceless! Widow. Leave glory to great folks. Ah! Claude, Claude, castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up!