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Show 28 The Beaux Stratagem. Foig. I was educated in France, but I was borned at Bruf fels; I a m a Subject of the King of Spain, Joy. Gib. W h a t King of Spain, Sir ? Speak. Foig. Upon m y Shoul, Joy, I cannot tell you as yet. Aim. Nay, Captain, that was too hard upon the Doctor, he's a Stranger. Foig. O let him alone, dear Joy, I a m of a Nation that is not eafily put out of Countenance. Aim. Come, Gentlemen, I'll end the Difpute. . Here, Landlord, is Dinner ready ? Bon. U p o n the Table, as the Saying is. Aim. Gentlemen pray that Door Foig. No, no fait, the Captain muft lead. Aim. No, Dodtor, the Church is our Guide. • Gib. Ay, ay, fo it is. [Exit foremoft, they follow] SCENE changes to a Gallery in Lady Bountiful'.* Houfe. Enter Archer and Scrub finging, and hugging one another; with a Tankard in his Hand, Gipfey liftning at a diftance. Scrub. Tall, all, dall Come, my dear Boy let's have that Song once more. Arch. N o , no, w e fhall difturb the Family : But will you be fure to keep the Secret ? Scrub. Pho! upon m y Honour, as I'm a Gentleman. Arch. 'Tis enough. You muft know then, that my Mafter is the Lord Vifcount Aimwell, he fought a Duel t'other day in London , wounded his M a n fo dangeroufly, that he thinks fit to withdraw till he hears whether the Gentleman's Wounds be mortal or not: He never was in this part of England before, fo he chofe to retire to this Place, thats all. Gip. A n d that's enough for me. [Exit. Scrub. And where were you when your Mafter fought? Arch. W e never know of our Mafter's Quarrels. Scrub. N o ! if our Mafters in the Country here receive a Challenge, the firft thing they do, is to tell their Wives ; the Wife tells the Servants, the Servants alarm the Tenants, and in half an hour you fhall have the whole County in Arms. Arch. To hinder two M e n from doing what they have no mind for: But if you fhould chance to talk now of m y Bufinefs? Scrub. Talk! ay, Sir, had I not learn'd the knack of holding |