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... Doric .. Young Doric . Dorville .... Tradelove .. • • Wine Merchant Upholster .. MR . LEWIS . MR . CLAREMONT , MR . ATKINS . MR . KING . Mr. BEVERLY . Landlord ... Old Nicholas Tom Tackle ... Waiter .... ... · MR . WADDY . .MR . LISTON ...
... Doric .. Young Doric . Dorville .... Tradelove .. • • Wine Merchant Upholster .. MR . LEWIS . MR . CLAREMONT , MR . ATKINS . MR . KING . Mr. BEVERLY . Landlord ... Old Nicholas Tom Tackle ... Waiter .... ... · MR . WADDY . .MR . LISTON ...
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... DORIC , DORVILLE , and POST - BOY . Y. Doric . Go , mind the horfes , fir . [ Exit boy . And mind , I fay again - ' tis fortune has undone me . Dorv . And I fay again , you're ruin'd by seeing company . Land . Oh ! ruin'd , are they ...
... DORIC , DORVILLE , and POST - BOY . Y. Doric . Go , mind the horfes , fir . [ Exit boy . And mind , I fay again - ' tis fortune has undone me . Dorv . And I fay again , you're ruin'd by seeing company . Land . Oh ! ruin'd , are they ...
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And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Doric . There you fee- Y. Doric . Be quiet ! I'll bring you thro ' ! Land- lord , my friend here will want tea and fupper , and all that - but , for myself , my food is love . And if you know the ...
And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Doric . There you fee- Y. Doric . Be quiet ! I'll bring you thro ' ! Land- lord , my friend here will want tea and fupper , and all that - but , for myself , my food is love . And if you know the ...
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And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Y. Doric . Won't they ? My dear fellow , people think fo much more of the fupper , than they do of the person who gives it , that if , by mistake , inftead of " Jack Doric's , " he were to write ...
And Fifteen Others Frederick Reynolds. Y. Doric . Won't they ? My dear fellow , people think fo much more of the fupper , than they do of the person who gives it , that if , by mistake , inftead of " Jack Doric's , " he were to write ...
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... Doric , of Piccadilly , London ; and he infifts on your company this evening to a ball at the hotel . Mifs Stoic . My company ! Nich . Ay and yours alío , Major - here are the cards . Mifs Stoic . I fhall run wild . Brother , go forth ...
... Doric , of Piccadilly , London ; and he infifts on your company this evening to a ball at the hotel . Mifs Stoic . My company ! Nich . Ay and yours alío , Major - here are the cards . Mifs Stoic . I fhall run wild . Brother , go forth ...
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