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Show The Beaux Stratagem. %y with a Rowling-pin, then take Salt, Pepper, Cloves, Mace and Ginger, fome Sweet-Herbs, and feafon it very well, then rowl it up, like Brawn, and put it into the Oven for two Hours. Worn. Heavens reward your Ladylhip I have two little Babies too that are pitious bad with the Graips, an't pleafe ye. Mrs. Sull, Put a little Pepper and Salt in their Bellies, good W o m a n . I beg your Ladyfhip's (Enter Laly Bountiful.) Pardon for taking your Bufinefs out of your Hands, I have been a tampering here a little with one of your Patients. L. Boun. Come, good W o m a n , don't mind this m a d Creature, I a m the Perfon that you want, I fuppofe What wou'd you have, W o m a n ? Mrs. Sull. She wants fomething for her Husband's fore Leg.' L. Boun. What's the matter with his Leg, Goody ? Worn. It come firft, as one might fay, with a fort of Dizzi-nefs in his Foot, then he had a kind ofLazinefs in his Joints, and then his Leg broke out, and then it fwell'd, and then in clos'd again, and then it broke out again, and then it fefter'd, and then it grew better, and then it grew worfe again. Mrs, Sull. Ha, ha, ha. L. Boun. H o w can you be merry with the Misfortunes of other People? Mrs. Sull. Becaufe m y o w n make m e fad, Madam. L. Boun. The worft Reafon in the World, Daughter; your own Misfortunes fhou'd teach you to pity others. Mrs. Sull. But the Woman's Misfortunes and mine are nothing alike, her Husband is fick, and mine, alas, is in Health. L. Boun. W h a t ! wou'd you wi(h your Husband fick ? Mrs. Sull. Not of a fore Leg, of all things. L. Boun. Well, good W o m a n , go to the Pantry, get your Belly-full of Victuals, then I'll give you a Receipt of Diet-drink for your Husband But d'ye hear, Goody ? you muft not let your Husband move too much. Worn. N o , no, Madam, the poor Man's inclinable enough to lie ftill. [Exit. L. Boun. Well, Daughter Sullen, tho' you laugh, I have done Miracles about the Country here with m y Receipts. Mis. Sull. Miracles indeed, if they have cur'd any body ; but, I believe, M a d a m , the Patient's Faith goes farther toward the Miracle than your Prefcription. L.Boun. Fancy helps in fome cafes ; but there's your Huf-band, who has as little Fancy a3 any body, I brought hmi from Death's dooit H l i ? Mrs. Suit, |