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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Richard Brinsley Sheridan. (1751–1816) (continued)
 
4678
    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.
4679
    You ’re our enemy; lead the way, and we ’ll precede.
          The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 1.
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    There ’s nothing like being used to a thing. 1
          The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3.
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    As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won’t be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.
          The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3.
4682
    My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands!
          The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3.
4683
    I own the soft impeachment.
          The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3.
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    Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,—disfigure them to make ’em pass for their own. 2
          The Critic. Act i. Sc. 1.
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    The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous, licentious, abominable, infernal— Not that I ever read them! No, I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper.
          The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2.
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    Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two!
          The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2.
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    Sheer necessity,—the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.
          The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2.
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    No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?
          The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1.
4689
    Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.
          The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1.
4690
    Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.
          The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2.
4691
    Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne.
          The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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    The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, because—it is not yet in sight!
          The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2.
 
Note 1.
’T is nothing when you are used to it.—Jonathan Swift: Polite Conversation, iii. [back]
Note 2.
See Churchill, Quotation 3. [back]