The Beaux-Stratagem

Set down the things; go to the stable, and see my horses well rubbed

I have no quarrel at her fortune: I only hate the woman, sir, and none but the woman shall go.

there's a great deal of address and good manners in robbing a lady

pride is the life of a woman, and flattery is our daily bread

Cedunt arma toga

Oh la! Oh la! a footman have the spleen

Save you, gentlemens, bote

bedizzened with lace

jabbering French like two intriguing ducks in a mill-pond

In the first place I inquired who the gentleman was; they told me he was a stranger. Secondly, I asked what the gentleman was; they answered and said, that they never saw him before. Thirdly, I inquired what countryman he was; they replied, 'twas more than they knew. Fourthly, I demanded whence he came; their answer was, they could not tell. And, fifthly, I asked whither he went; and they replied, they knew nothing of the matter,—and this is all I could learn