第18章
- The Old Bachelor
- Thomas Aird
- 209字
- 2016-01-07 09:37:37
ARAMINTA, BELINDA, VAINLOVE, and BELLMOUR.
BELL.Why, you won't hear me with patience.
ARAM.What's the matter, cousin?
BELL.Nothing, madam, only -
BELIN.Prithee hold thy tongue.Lard, he has so pestered me with flames and stuff, I think I sha'n't endure the sight of a fire this twelvemonth.
BELL.Yet all can't melt that cruel frozen heart.
BELIN.O Gad, I hate your hideous fancy--you said that once before--if you must talk impertinently, for Heaven's sake let it be with variety; don't come always, like the devil, wrapt in flames.
I'll not hear a sentence more, that begins with an 'I burn'--or an 'I beseech you, madam.'
BELL.But tell me how you would be adored.I am very tractable.
BELIN.Then know, I would be adored in silence.
BELL.Humph, I thought so, that you might have all the talk to yourself.You had better let me speak; for if my thoughts fly to any pitch, I shall make villainous signs.
BELIN.What will you get by that; to make such signs as I won't understand?
BELL.Ay, but if I'm tongue-tied, I must have all my actions free to--quicken your apprehension--and I-gad let me tell you, my most prevailing argument is expressed in dumb show.
- Stories by English Authors in Italy
- Taming of the Shrew
- APHORISMS
- The Story of the Glittering Plain
- Reginald in Russia and Other Sketches
- First Visit to New England
- Remember the Alamo
- Annajanska, the Bolshevik Empress
- The Deputy of Arcis
- The City of Domes
- Concerning Letters
- The History and Practice of the Art of
- Alfred Tennyson
- Tom Swift Among The Fire Fighters
- Actions and Reactions