The Duenna by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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page 46 of 96 (47%)
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_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] Yes, egad, I should have taken it for a family face, and one that has been in the family some time, too. _Don Jer_. She has her father's eyes. _Isaac_. [_Aside_.]Truly, I should have guessed them to have been so! If she had her mother's spectacles, I believe she would not see the worse. _Don Jer_. Her aunt Ursula's nose, and her grandmother's forehead, to a hair. _Isaac_. [_Aside_.]Ay, 'faith, and her grandfather's chin, to a hair. _Don Jer_. Well, if she was but as dutiful as she's handsome--and hark ye, friend Isaac, she is none of your made-up beauties--her charms are of the lasting kind. _Isaac_. I'faith, so they should--for if she be but twenty now, she may double her age before her years will overtake her face. _Don Jer_. Why, zounds, Master Isaac! you are not sneering, are you? _Isaac_. Why now, seriously, Don Jerome, do you think your daughter handsome? _Don Jer_. By this light, she's as handsome a girl as any in Seville. _Isaac_. Then, by these eyes, I think her as plain a woman as ever I |
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