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Show 8 The Beaux Stratagem. drunk, he minds nothing. Here, Sirrah, reach me the ftrong Box. Arch. Yes, Sir, this will give us a Reputation. [Afide.] ["rings the Box. Aim. Here, Landlord, the Locks are fealed down both for your Security and mine; it holds fomewhat above T w o hundred Pound; ifyou doubt it, I'll count it to you after Supper; but be fine you lay it where I m a y have it at a Minute's warning; for m y Affairs are a little dubious at prefent; perhaps I may be gone in half an hour, perhaps I m ay be your Gueft till the beft part of that beTpent; and pray order your Oftler to keep m y Horfes always fad Jed: But one thing above the reft I muft beg, that you would let this Fellow have none of your Anno Domini, as you call it; for he's the moft infufferable Sot Here, Sirrah, light m e to m y Chamber. [Exit, lighted by Archer. Bon. Cherry, Daughter Cherry t f Enter Cherry. Cher. D'ye call, Father ? Bon. Ay, Child, you muft lay by this Box for the Gentleman, 'tis full of Money. Cher. Money! all that Money! why, fure, Father, the Gentleman comes to be chofen Parliament man. W h o is he ? Bon. I don't know what to make of him ; he talks of keeping his Horfes ready fadled, and of going perhaps at a minute's warning, or of flaying perhaps till^the beft part of this be fpent. Cher. Ay, ten to one, Father, he's a High-way-man. _ Bon. A High-way-man! upon m y Life, Girl, you have hit it, and this Box is fome new-purchafed Booty. - - - Now, ecu d we find him out, the Money were ours, Cher. He don't belong to our Gang. Bon. What Horfes have they ? Cher. The Mafter rides upon a Black. Bon A Black ! ten to one the M a n upon the black Mare 5 ana lmce he don't belong to our Fraternity, we may betray Jnm with a fafe Confcience: I don't think it lawful to harbour any Rogues but m y own. Look'e, Child, as the saying is we muft go cunningly to work , Proofs w e muft nave; the Gentleman's Servant loves Drink, I'll ply him that totherw t0 °ne l0VCS aWend]5 y°u mutt work him Q>*rt Father, wou'd you have m e give m y Secret for hisB?o n* |