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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 5 flow and then with a Dram, as the Saying is; and an honeft Gentleman that came this w a y from Ireland, made her a Prefent of a dozen Bottles of Ufquebaugh but the poor W o m a n was never well after: But, howe'er, I was obliged to the Gentleman, you know. Aim. W h y , was it the Ufcjuebaugh that kill'd her ? Bon. M y Lady Bountiful faid fo She, good Lady, did what could be done ; fhe cured her of three Tympanies, but ' the fourth carry'd her off; but ihe's happy, and I'm contented, as the Saying is. Aim. Who's that Lady Bountiful, you mention'd ? Bon. 'Ods m y Life, Sir, we'll drink her Health. [Drinks."} ' M y Lady Bountiful is one of the beft of W o m e n : Her lalt Husband, Sir Charles Bountiful, left her worth a Thoufand Pound a Year; and, I believe, (he lays out one half on't in charitable Ufes for the Good of her Neighbours: fhe cures Rheumatifms, Ruptures, and broken Shins in Men, Green- Sicknefi, ObftrucTions, and Fits of the Mother in W o m e n ; • the King's Evil, Chin-Cough, and Chilblains in Children : In fhort, fhe has cured more People in and about Litchfield within ten Years , than the Dodtors have kill'd in twenty; and that's a bold Word. Aim. Has the Lady been any other w a y ufeful in her G e^ neration ? Bon. Yes, Sir, fhe has a Daughter by Sir Charles, the fined W o m a n in all our Country, and the greateft Fortune : She has a Son too, by her firft Husband, Squire Sullen, w h o marry'd a fine Lady from London t'other D a y ; if you pleafe, Sir, we'll drink his Health. Aim. What fort of a M a n is he? Bon. W h y , Sir, the Man's well enough; fays little, thinks lefs, and does nothing at all, 'faith; But he's a M a n of great Eftate, and values no body. Aim. A Sportfman, I fuppofe. Bon. Yes, Sir, he's a M a n of Pleafure; he plays at Whisk,1 and fmoaks his Pipe eight and forty hours together fomctimes. Aim. And marry'd, you fay? Bon. Ay, and to a curious W o m a n , Sir • 1 But he's a • He wants it; here, Sir. [Pointing to his Forehead. Aim. He has it there, you mean. Bon. That's none of m y bufinefs ; he's m y Landlord, and fo a M a n , you know, wou'd not- • But I cod, he's no better than Sir, m y humble Service to you. [Drinks."} Tho' I value not a Farthing what he can do to m e ; I pay F f bin* |