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Show 2 The Beaux Stratagem. Enter Aimwell in riding Habit, Archer as Footman^ carrying a Portmantle. Bon. This way, this way, Gentlemen. Aim. Set down the things; go to the Stable, and fee my Horfes well rubb'J. Arch. I (hall, Sir. ( Exit, Aim. You're my Landlord, I fuppofe? Bon. Yes, Sir, I'm old Will. Bonniface, pretty well known upon this Road, as the Saying is. Aim. O, Mr. Bonniface, your Servant. Ben. 0,Sir what will your Honour pleafe to drink , as the Saying is? Aim. I have heard your T o w n of Litchfield much fam'd for Ale; I think, I'll tafte that. Bon. Sir, I have now in m y Cellar ten T u n of the bed Ale in Stajfordjbirc; 'tis iinooth as Oil, fweet as Milk, clear as Amber, and (hong as Brandy ; and will be juft fourteen Year old the fifth D a y of next March, Old Stile. Aim. You're very exaft, 1 find, in the Age of your Ale. Bon. As pundhial, Sir, as 1 a m in the Age of m y Children : I'll fhew you fuch Ale Here, Tapfter, broach N u m ber 1706, as the Saying "is; Sir, vou (hall tafte m y Anno Domini 1 have liv'd in Litchfield, M a n and Boy, above Eight and fifty Years, and, I believe, have not con-iiun'd Eight and fifty Ounces of Meat. Aim. At a Meal, you mean, if one may guefs your Senfe by your Bulk. Bon. Not in m y Life, Sir; I have fed purely upon Ale; I have eat m y Ale, drank m y Ale; and I alwavs fleep upon Ale. ' Enter Tapfter with a Bottle and Glafs. N o w , Sir, you lhall fee ( Filling it out. ) your Worfhips Health': Ha! delicious, delicious fancy it Burgundy, only fancy jr. and 'tis worth Ten Shillings a Quart. Aim. (Drinks.) Tis confounded ftrong. Bon. Strong' It muft be ib, or how Ihould we be ftrong that drink it ? Aim. And have you liv'd fo long upon this Ale, Landlord ? Bon. Eight and fiftv Years, upon m y Credit, Sir; but it kill'd m y Wife, poor W o m a n , as the Saying is. Aim. H o w came that to pals ? Bon. take its In adtounr'atl kConuorwl e,h oSwir,; Sfihre; w(alise fwooru qluda lnioftyi lnegt Ijthe ne ovAewlr;ey |
