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Show $4 The Beaux Stratagem. Arch. Well, but heark'e, Aimwell. Aim. Aimwell call me Oroondates,CeJ"ark, A]madls, all Romance can in a Lover paint, and then I'll anfwer. O Archer, I read her thoufands in her Looks, fhe look'd like Ceres in her Harveft, Corn, Wine and Oil, Milk and Honey, Gardens, Groves, and Purling Streams, play'd on her plenteous Face. Arch. Her Face! her Pocket, you mean; the Corn, Wine and Oil, lies there. In fhort, fhe has Ten thoufand Pound, that's the Englifh on't. Aim. Her Eyes Arch. Are Demi-Canons, to be fure; fo I wo'n't ftand their Battery. [Going. Aim. Pray excufe me, m y Paffion muft have vent. Arch. Paffion ! what a plague, d'ye think thefe Roman-tick Airs will do our Bufinefs? Were my Temper as extravagant as yours, m y Adventures have fomething more Ro-znantick by half. •Aim. Your Adventures! Arch. Yes, the N y m p h that with her twice Ten hundred Pounds With brazen Engine hot, and Ouoif clear ftarch'd, Can fire the Gueft in warming ~of~the Bed • There's a Touch of Sublime Milton for you, and the Subject but an Inn-keeper's Daughter; I can play with a Girl as an Angler does with his Fifh ; he keeps it at the end of his Line, runs it up the Stream, and down the Stream, till, at laft, he brings it to hand, tickles the Trout, and fo whips it into his Basket. r Enter Bonniface. Bon. Mr. Martin, as the Saying is yonder's an honeft mellow below, m y Lady Bomtiful's Butler, who begs the Honour that you wou'd go Home with him and fee his Cellar. Arch. D o m y Baifemains to the Gentleman, and tell him I jviii do m y felf the Honour to wait on him immediately, • JH T*7L i ^. [Exit. Bonniface, sin^T hear ? foft 0rPkm Play>and fair Tof[i({a V^k ?fliaw,! damn your Raptures; I tell you, here's a fntn w S T 8 t0 be put imo the VefTel> and the Ship will get verAy<r mch hH.a YlIet'smm,J ei'7nfea riltoehvl.fe £ w&i tY°hU %h'e r« a*l&r e«a"d*y*. L^ |