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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 61 Gib. Sir, I have no Prayer at all; the Government has pro-ided a Chaplain to fay Prayers for us on thefe Occafions. § 1 Mrs. Sull. Pi ay, Sir, don't kill him ; You fright m e as nuch as him. Arch. The Dog (hall die, Madam, for being the occafion of ny Difappointment. Sirrah, this moment is your laft. Gib. Sir, I'll give you T w o hundred Pound to fpare my Life Arch. Have you no more, Rafcal ? Gib. Yes, Sir, I can command Four hundred ; but I muft :elcrve T w o of 'em to fave m y Life at the Seifions, Enter Scrub and Foigard. Arch. Here, Doctor, I fuppofe Scrub and you, between you, may manage him. Lay hold of him, Doctor. (Foigard lays hold of Gibbet. Gib. W h a t ! turn'd over to the Prieft already. -. Look ye, Doctor, you come befoie your time ; I a'n't condemn'd yet, 1 thank ye. Foig. Come, m v dear Joy, T vill fecure your Body, and your Shoul too ; I vill make you a good Catholick, and give you an Abfolution. Gib. Abfolution 1 can you procure m e a Pardon, Dodlor ? 1 Fuig. N o , joy. Gib. Then you and your Abfolution may go to the Devil. Arch. Convey him into the Cellar, there bind him: • Take the Piftol, and if he offers to refill, fhoot him thro' the Head, and come back to us with all the fpeed you can. Scrub. Ay, ay, come, Doctor, do you hold him faft, and I'll guard him. i Mrs. Sull. But how came the Doctor ? Arch. In fhort, M a d a m (Shreeking without?) S'death the Rogues are at work with the other Ladies I'm vex'd I parted with the Piftol; butl muft fly to their Affiftance. Will you ftay here, Madam, or venture your felf with me. Mrs. Sull. O , with you, dear Sir, with you. (Takes him by the Arm, and Exeunt SCENE changes to another Apartment in the fame Houfe. Enter Hounflow dragging in t,ady Bountiful, and Bagfhot bal- ; ling in Dorinda; the Rogues -with Swords drawn. Houn. Come, come, your Jewels, Miftrefs. Bag. Your Keys, your Keys, old Gentlewoman, ; \ >,.:;:' :•- ' ; Enter |