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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 41 Dor. No, no, dear Sifter, you have mifs'd your Mark fo unfortunately, that I fha'n't care for being inftrudled by you. Enter Aimwell in aChair, carry'dby Archer W Scrub, /^.Bountiful, Gipfey. Aimwell counterfeiting a Swoon. L. Boun. Here, here, let's fee the Hartfhorn-drops Gip- 1 fey, a Glafs of fair Water, his Fit's very ftrong. • Blefs me, how his Hands are clinch'd. Arch. For fhame, Ladies, what d'ye do ? why don't you help us? Pray, Madam, ITo Dorinda.] take his Hand, L and open it, if you can, wllilft I hold his Head. • [Dorinda takes his Hand. Dor. Poor Gentleman Oh he has got my Hand within his, and fquee'zes it unmercifully L. Boun. Tis the Violence of his Convulfion, Child. Arch. O, Madam, he's perfectly pofiefs'd in thefe Cafes - ( he'll bite if you don't have a care. Dor. Oh, m y Hand, m y Hand. L. Boun. What's the matter with the foolifh Girl? I have 1 got this Hand open, you fee, with a great deal of eafe. 1 Arch. Ay, but, Madam, your Daughter's Hand is fome-what warmer than your Ladyfhip's, and the Heat of it draws 1 the Force of the Spirits that way. Mrs. Sull. I find, Friend, you're very learned in thefe forts of Fits. Arch. 'Tis no wonder, M a d a m , for I'm often troubled with them m y fdf; I find m y felf extremely ill at this minute. [Looking hard at Mrs. Sull. Mrs. Sull. [Afide."] I fancy I cou'd find a way to cure you. L. BJUH. His Fit holds him very long. Arch. Longer than ufual, Madam, Pray, young Lady, open his Breaft, and give him Air. "L. Boun. Where did hislllnefs take him firft, pray ? Arch. T o Day at Church, Madam. L. Boun. In what manner was he taken? Arch. Very ftrange'y, m y Lady. He was of a fudden touch'd with fomething in his Eyes, which, at the firft, he only felt, but cou'd not tell whether 'twas Pain or Pleafure. L. Boun. Wind, nothing but Wind. Arch. By foft degrees it grew and mounted to his Brain ,' there his Fancy caught it; there form'd it fo beautiful, and fJrefs'd it up in fuch gav, pleafing Colours, that Instranfport-ed Appetite feiz'd the fair Idea , and ftraight convey'd it tq |us Heart, That hofpitable SeatH ohf L\if e fent all us faSmpimrimtse. |