The Canterbury guests, or, A bargain broken a comedy : acted at the Theatre-Royal / written by Mr. Edward Ravenscroft.
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The Canterbury guests, or, A bargain broken a comedy : acted at the Theatre-Royal / written by Mr. Edward Ravenscroft.
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Ravenscroft, Edward, 1654?-1707.
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London :: Printed for Daniel Brown ... and John Walthoe ...,
1695.
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"The Canterbury guests, or, A bargain broken a comedy : acted at the Theatre-Royal / written by Mr. Edward Ravenscroft." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A58109.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 19, 2024.
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SCENE III.
Alderman Furr, and Jacinta.
Jac.
You see Sir, what a Person you are going to Marry me to.
Fur
This is nothing, at best, but a trick of Youth, many a Wo∣man would be glad to see so good proofs of a Man, that is to be her Husband, mind you his Estate.
Jac.
What is a Wife better for an Estate, when he's so Covetous.
Fur.
Thrift will encrease it—'twill be all your Children's.
Jac.
He's Jealous too.
Fur.
You call that Jealousy which is prudence.
Jac.
And obstinate.
Fur.
Humor him —
Jac.
And Conceited.
Fur.
Say as he sayes.
Jac.
And slovenly.
Fur.
Great Wits are generally so. Do you not observe, that every word he speaks is a sentence.
Jac.
His is old fashion'd — Grand-mother Wit— he is a meer bundle of Proverbs,—I shall have him —nick name'd —and call'd my Solomon.
Fur.
You are a Fool to argue so against your own good▪
Jac.
Besides, Sir, he's Old.
Fur.
He'll Die the sooner, go —there's a salve for that sore▪ Here he comes, compose your self.—
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