The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 1.
No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't become a young woman.
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2.
We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,—our retrospection will be all to the future.
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2.
You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2.
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The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.
The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 3.