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Show 4 2 The Beaux Stratagem. Spirits forth to meet, and open'd all its fluicy Gates 1 L^w*.'Your Mafter fhou'd never go without a Bottle to fmell to Oh ! he recovers the Lavender Water fome Feathers to burn under his Nofe - • Hungary- Water to rub his Temples- O, he comes to himfelf. Hem a little, Sir, hem Gipfey, bring the Cordial-Water. (Aimwell feems to awake in amaze. Dor. H o w d'ye, Sir? r Aim. Where a m I ? Wmg. Sure I have pafs'd the Gulph of filent Death, And now I land on the Eliftan Shore- Behold the Goddefs of thofe happy Plains, . ; Fair Proferpine let me adore thy bright Divinity. (Kneels to Dorinda, and hff's her Hand. Mrs. Sull. So, fo, fo, I knew where the Fit wou'd end. Aim. Euridice perhaps - H o w cou'd thy Orpheus keep his word, And not look back upon thee; N o Treafure but thy felf cou'd fure have brib'd htm To look one Minute off thee. L. Boun. Delirious, poor Gentleman. Arch. Very Delirious, Madam, very Delirious. Aim. Alartin's Voice, I think. Arch. Yes, m y Lord How do's your Lordfhip? L. Boun. Lord ! did you mind that, Girls? Aim. Where am I ? Arch. In very good Hands, Sir • You were taken juft now with one of your old Fits, under the Trees, juft by this £,ood Lady's Houie; her Ladylhip had you taken in, and has n.iraculoufly brought you to your felf, as you fee • Aim. I a m fo confounded with Shame, Madam, that I can now only beg Pardon- And refer m y Acknowledgments for your Lady lhip's Care, till an opportunity offers of making fome amends I dare be no longer troublefome Martin, give T w o Guineas to the Servants. (Going. Dor. Sir, you may catch cold by going ib foon into the Air, you don't look, Sir, as if you were perfectly recover'd. (Here Archer talks to L. Bountiful in dumb fhew. Aim. Thatl fhall never be, M a d a m ; my prefent Ilhiefsis fo rooted, that I muft expect to carry it to m y Grave. Mr*. Sull. Don't defpair,Sir; I have known feveral in you? Diitemper fhake it off; with a Fortnight's Phyfick. L. |