The life of the author. Perjur'd husband. Beaux's duel. Gamester. Basset table. Love at a venture. Stolen heiress

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...it away, Brother; now do you underftand her? Sir T ho. Malice and Marriage, Brother, ill becomes your Years.--She does not mean it fo. Aug. Indeed but I do.--' Sir T ho. Say you fo, Madam,--then I'll do you Juftice immediately. Draws. Sirrah, I'll fave the Hangman a Labour,--I will you Baftard. ' Val. Do, kill me, Sir; you fhall find I will not vent one Groan,--for my Soul has ta'en its Flight already,--My bafe Ingratitude has deeper ftabb'd my Heart, than now your Sword can do----Sir T ho. Say you fo, Sirrah,--then I hope you'll live to want Nothing, for I'll take Care you fhall have Nothing to fupport your Extravagance.--Mr. Demurr,-I defire you to make my Will this Minute,--and put the ungracious Rogue down a. Shilling--Sirrah, I charge you never to come in' Sight of me or my Habitation more; nor, do you hear, dare to own me for your Father.---Go, Troop, Sirrah, I fhall hear of your going up Holbouru-Hill in a little Time.--Hect. So, there's all my Wages loft.--A/ide. Aug. Ha 1 this Ufage fhocks me. A/ide. Val. Sir, I promife you to obey you to a Tittle, and this undutiful Child fhall ne'er offend you with his Prefence more.--You but enjoin, but I before had chofe, for England now would be the worft of Fates. Aug. My Heart beats as if the Strings were breaking. Afide. Val. Madam, there is but one Requeft that I will make--then take my Leave for ever, and if you grant it not, I fhall be fo much more unhappy.--My being difinherited weighs not a Hair, compar'd with what I've loft in lofing you, whom my Soul prefers before all Wealth, Wealth, Friends, or Family.----Then, where fhould I afk Pardon but where I moft have injur'd?--Thus on my Knees, I beg you not to...