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PEVERIL OP THE PEAK. J
d of their country; and then, to mend the
ire you, page to the Countess of Der-
le very woman who shot Colonel Christian, the
ide of Alice. No, no; these are matters not
: So linger not here—’tis dangerous.
'. Be not so hasty. Thou wert ever the kind-
■ettiest nurse in the world and, ere I go, shall
8 it on your hand myself.—(Placing it on Tier
l, which he hisses.)—There, Deborah ! wear it
icmory of Julian, whom you once loved ; and
Oh, Deborah !—(Kisses her.)
Deb. (Embracing him.) Oh, Thou wert ever a
jet boy ! But what signifies my consenting, when
ice herself refuses to see you ?
Jul. I ask but one more interview, ere I leave
s place for ever. Alice no longer loves me;
Deb. Nonsense ! How a little coyness puts you
n in the dumps. Take my word for it :—a girl
rer loves more truly than when she is taking the
atest pains to deny it. By my faith, I know these
ngs ! So loiter here awhile, and I’ll see what
l be done. She loves you, I’ll be sworn—so ne-
■ mind her glooms or her frowns, but mind the
;ler’s adage,—“ When clouds are lowering the
i bites.” [Exit.
Jul. May Heaven speed you ! Oh, Alice ! let
i gain your love, and, blessed with such a prize,
iat should withstand my youthful ardour ?
d of their country; and then, to mend the
ire you, page to the Countess of Der-
le very woman who shot Colonel Christian, the
ide of Alice. No, no; these are matters not
: So linger not here—’tis dangerous.
'. Be not so hasty. Thou wert ever the kind-
■ettiest nurse in the world and, ere I go, shall
8 it on your hand myself.—(Placing it on Tier
l, which he hisses.)—There, Deborah ! wear it
icmory of Julian, whom you once loved ; and
Oh, Deborah !—(Kisses her.)
Deb. (Embracing him.) Oh, Thou wert ever a
jet boy ! But what signifies my consenting, when
ice herself refuses to see you ?
Jul. I ask but one more interview, ere I leave
s place for ever. Alice no longer loves me;
Deb. Nonsense ! How a little coyness puts you
n in the dumps. Take my word for it :—a girl
rer loves more truly than when she is taking the
atest pains to deny it. By my faith, I know these
ngs ! So loiter here awhile, and I’ll see what
l be done. She loves you, I’ll be sworn—so ne-
■ mind her glooms or her frowns, but mind the
;ler’s adage,—“ When clouds are lowering the
i bites.” [Exit.
Jul. May Heaven speed you ! Oh, Alice ! let
i gain your love, and, blessed with such a prize,
iat should withstand my youthful ardour ?
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| Antiquarian books of Scotland > Crime & punishment > Peveril of the peak, or, The days of Charles II > (11) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/208859268 |
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| Description | As performed at the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh. |
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| Shelfmark | ABS.1.94.34(10) |
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| Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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