Néricault Destouches

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Néricault Destouches Next Door Neighbours: A Comedy…

Lucre, my dear Lucre, are not you amazed at
what you see?
MR. LUCRE.
No, not at all—'tis the way of the world
we caress our acquaintances whilst they are happy
and in power, but if they fall into misfortune,
we think we do enough if we have the good nature
to pity them.
SIR GEORGE.
And are you, one of these friends?
MR. LUCRE.
I am like the rest of the world.—I was in the
number of your flatterers; but at present you
have none—for you may already perceive, we are
grown sincere.
Source: Gutenberg

Néricault Destouches Next Door Neighbours: A Comedy…

Smiling with contempt. BLUNTLY.
Why, to say the truth, sir, virtue is a currency
that grows scarce in the world now-a-days—
and some men are so much in need of it, that
they think nothing of stopping a harmless female
passenger in her road through life, and plundering
her of it without remorse, though its loss, embitters
every hour she must afterwards pass in her
journey.
Enter Henry. HENRY.
Sir George, my father, liberated from prison
by your bounty, is come gratefully to offer——
Enter Willford and Eleanor.
Source: Gutenberg

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