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Show 2 6 The Beaux Stratagem. Sull. What! Court my Wife to my Face! Mrs. Sull. Pray, Mr. Sullen, put up, fuipend your Fury for. a Minute. Sull. To give you time to invent an Excufe. Mrs. Sull. I need none. Sull. No, for I heard every Syllable of your Difcourfe, Count. Ay I And begar, I tink de Dialogue was vera pretty. Mrs. Sull. Then I fuppofe, Sir, you heard fomething of your o w n Barbarity ? Sull. Barbarity! Oons what does the W o m a n call Barbarity ? D o I ever meddle with you? Mrs. Sull. No. Sull. As for )ou, Sir, I fhall take another time. Count. Ah, be°ar, and fo muft I. Sull. Lo k'e, Madam, don't think that m y Anger proceed* from any Concern I have.for your Honour, but for m y own, and if you can contrive any way of being a Whore without making me a Cuckold, do it and welcome. Mrs. Sull. Sir, I thank you kindly, you wou'd allow me the Sin but rob m e of the Pleafure No, no, I'm refolv'd never to venture upon the Crime without the Satisfaction of feeing you punifh'd for't. Sull. Then will you grant m e this, m y Dear? Let any Body elfe do you the Favour but that Frenchman, for I mortally hate his whole Generation. (Exit. Count. Ah, Sir, that be ungrateful, for begar, I love fome of yours, Madam. (Approaching her. Mrs. Snll. N o , Sir. Count. N O J Sir! Garzoon, M a d a m , I a m not your, Husband. Mrs. Sull. Tis time to undeceive you, Sir, 1 believ'd your AddrefTes to m e were no more than an Amufement, and I hope you will think the fame of m y Complaifance, and to convince you that you ought, you muft know, that 1 brought you hither only to make you inftrumental in fetting m e right with my Husband, for he was planted to liften by m y Appointment. Count. By your Appointment ? Mrs. Sull. Certainly. Count. And fo, Madam, while I was telling twenty Stories to part you from your Husband, begar, I was bringing you together all the while. Mrs. Sull. you a Tafte o fI t haes kV eyro«uture P oafr dthoen ,E nSgilri, fbhu tL aId iheosp.e this wiClolu ngtiv, |
