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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 45 L.Boun. Come, Sir, your Servant has been telling me, that you're apt to relapfe if you go into the Air Your good Manners fha'n't get the better of ours You fhall fit d o w n again, Sir Come, Sir, we don't mind Ceremonies in the Country Here, Sir, m y Service t'ye You (hall tafte m y Water; 'tis a Cordial I can afTure you, and of m y own making drink it off. Sir : (Aimwell drinks.) And how d'ye find your felf now, Sir. Aim. Somewhat better tho' very faint ftill. L.Boun. Ay, ay, People are always faint after thefe Fits. ' Come, Girls, you fhall fhow the Gentleman the Houfe; 'tis but an old Family-Building, Sir; but you had better walk about, and cool by degrees, than venture immediately into the Air. - You'll find fome tolerable Pictures- Dorinda, fhew the Gentleman the way. (Exit.) I muft go to the poor W o m a n below. Dor. This way, Sir. Aim. Ladies, fhall I beg leave for m y Servant to wait on you, for he underftands Pictures very well. Mrs. Sull. Sir, w e underftand Originals, as well as he do's Pidtures; fo he may come along. (Ex. Dor. Mrs. Sull. Aim. Arch, Aim. leads Dor, Enter Foigard and Scrub, meeting. Foig. Save you, Mafter Scrub. . Scrub. Sir, I wo'n't be fav'd your w a y 1 hate a Prieft, I abhor the French , and I defie the Devil Sir, I'm a bold Briton, and will fpill the laft drop of m y Blood to keep out Popery andMavery. Foig. Mafter Scrub, you wou'd put m e down in Politicks, and fo I wou'd be fpeaking with Mrs. Gipfey. Scrub. Good Mr. Prieft, you can't fpeak with her, fhe's fick; Sir, fhe's gone abroad, Sir, fhe's • dead two Months ago, Sir. Enter Gipfey. Gip. H o w now, Impudence ! H o w dare you talkfo faucily to the Doctor ? Pray, Sir, don't take it ill; for the Common-people of England are not fo civil to Strangers, as Scrub. You lie, you lie 'tis the C o m m o n People that are civileft to Strangers. Gip. Sirrah, I have a good mind t o - - G e t you out, I fay. Scrub. I wo'n't, Gip. You wo'n't, Sauce-box Pray, Doctor, what is the Captain's N a m e that came 10 your Inn laft Night? Scrub* The Captain 1 ah, the Devil, there fhe hanpaegrasi nm je |