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Show * 2 The Beaux Stratagem. Foig. And is it fo wid you, Cuflcn? Arch. It vil be fho wid you, CufTen, if you don't imm* diately confefs the Secret between you and Mr?.Gipfey . Look'e, Sir, the Gallows or the Secret, take your Choice. Foig. The Gallows! Upon m y Shoul 1 hare that faamGal-low, for it is a Difeafh dat is fatal to our Family • Vel. den, dere is nothing, Shentlemens, but Mrs. Shullen wou'd fpaak wid the Count in her Chamber at Midnight, and dere is no Haarm, Joy, for I a m to conduct the Count to the Plafh, m y fhelf. Arch. As I guefs'd Have you communicated the Mat* ter to the Count ? Foig. I have not fheen him fince. Arch. Right agen; why then, Doctor-'- you fhall conduit m e to the Lady inftead of the Count. Fig. Fat m y CufTen to the Lady! U p o n m y Shoul, gra, dat is too much upon the Brogue. Arch. Come, come, Doctor; confider w e have got a Rope about your Neck, and if you offer to fqueek, we'll flop youi Wind-pipe, moft certainly, w e fhall have another Job for you in a Day or two, I hope. Aim. Here's Company coming this way, let's into my Chamber, and there concert our Affair farther; Arch. Come, m y dear CufTen, come along. (Exeunt, Enter Bonniface, Hounflow, and Bagfhot at one Door, Gibbet at the oppoftte. Gib. Well, Gentlemen, 'tis a fine Night for our Enter-prize. Hounf. Dark as Hell. Ba%. And blows like the Devil; our Landlord here has fhow'd us the W i n d o w where m e muft break in, and tells us the Plate ftands in the Wainfcoat Cupboard in the Par lour. • Bon. Ay ay, Mr. Bagfhot, as the Saying is, Knives and *orks, and Cups, and Cans, and Tumblers, and Tankards --There s one Tankard, as the Saying is, that's near upon as big as me, it was a Prefent to the Squire from his Godmother, and fmells of Nutmeg and Toaft like an Eal India Shp. Hounf Theni you fay w e muft divide at the Stair-head ? rl ^°r n r^1"' Honf™> ™ the Saying is - At one end 1 V h ^ M " nP'nUidy * * • # * » « « her Daughter, and at the other Mrs. Sullen--As for the S q a i t e - ° Gil |
