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Show 66 The Beaux Stratagem. Folly-- As you begun, fo end it Henceforth I'll hunt m y Fortune fingle. So farewel. Aim. Stay, m y dear Archer, but a Minute. Arch. Stay ! What, to be defpis'd, expos'd and laugh'd at ' No, I wou'd fooner change Conditions with the worft of the Rogues we juft now bound, than bear one fcornful Smie from the proud Knight that once 1 treated as my Equal. Aim. What Knight ? Arch. Sir Charles Freeman, Brother to the Lady that I had almoft But no matter for that, 'tis a curfed Nights Work, and fo I leave you to make the beft on't. (Going. Aim. Freeman! One word, Archer. Still I have Hopes; methought fhe receiv'd m y Confeffion with Pleafure. Arch. 'Sdeath! W h o doubts it? Aim. She confented after to the Match ; and ftill I dare believe fhe will be juft. Arch. To her felf, I warrant her, as you fhou'd haw been. Aim. By all m y Hopes, fhe comes, and fmiling comes. Enter Dorinda mighty gay. Dor. Come, m y dear Lord, 1 fly with Impatience to your Arms The Minutes of m y Abfence was a tediout Year. Where's this tedious Prieft ? Enter Foigard. Arch. Oons, a brave Girl. Dor. I fuppofe, m y Lord, this Gentleman is privy to out Affairs ? Arch. Yes, yes, Madam, I'm to be your Father. Dor. Come, Prieft, do your Office. Arch. Make hafte, make hafte, couple 'em any way! [Takes AimweU\f Hani'] Come, M a d a m , I'm to give you- Dor. M v Mind's alter'd, I won't. Arch. Eh Aim. I'm confounded. Foig. Upon my Shoul, and fho is m y fhelf. Arch. What's the matter now, M a d a m ? TfPor; Look'e, Sir, one generous Action deferves another- This Gentleman's Honour oblig'd him to hide nothing from m c; my Juftice engages me to conceal nothing from him: rn (hort, Sir, you are the Perfon that you thought you counterfeited; you are the true Lord Vifcount Aimwell-, and I wit |