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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 25 < Aim. Can't you give m e a Bill upon Cherry in the mean time. Arch. No, no, Friend, all her Corn, Wine and Oil, is in-grofs'd to m y Market. And once more I warn you, to keep your Anchorage clear of mine; for if you fall foul of me, by this Light you fhall go to the Bottom. What! make Prize of m y little Frigat, while I a m upon the cruife for you- [ [Exit. Enter Bonniface; Aim. Well, well, I wo'n't • Landlord ; have you any tolerable Company in the Houfe, I don't care for dining alone. Bon. Yes, Sir, there's a Captain below, as the Saying is, that arrived about an hour ago. Aim. Gentlemen of his Coat are welcome every where; will you make him a Complement from me, and tell him I fhould be glad of his Company ? Bon. W h o fhall I tell him, Sir, wou'd ? . . Aim. Ha! that Stroak was well thrown in • I'm only a Traveller, like himfelf, and wou'd be glad of his Company, that's all. Bon. I obey your Commands, as the Saying is. [Exit. Enter Archer. Arch. S'Death! I had forgot; what Title will you give your felf? Aim. M y Brother's, to be fure; he wou'd never give me any thing elfe, fo I'll make bold with his Honour this bout you know the reft of your Cue. [Exit. Bon. Arch. Ay, ay. Enter Gibbet. Gib. Sir, I'm yours. Aim. 'Tis more than I deferve, Sir, for I don't know you.^ Gib. I don't wonder at that, Sir, for you never faw me be- -fore, I hope. [Afide. Aim. And pray, Sir, how came I by the Honour of feeing you now? Gib. Sir, I fcorn to intrude upon any Gentleman but my Landlord. Aim. O, Sir, I ask your Pardon, you're the Captain he told me of. Gib. At your Service, Sir, Aim. What Regiment, may I be fo bold ? Gib. A marching Regiment, Sir, an old Corps. Q g 4 &!?£ |