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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 7 eaten up by m y own Dogs; I love a fine Houfe, but let ano', ther keep it; and juft fo 1 love a fine W o m a n . Aim. In that laft Particular you have the better of me. Arch. Ay, you're fuch an amorous Puppy, that Tin afraid you'll fpoil our Sport; you can't counterfeit the Paffion without feeling it. Aim. Tho? the Whining part be out of doors in Town," 'tis ftill in force with the Country Ladies : And let me tell you, Frank, the Fool in that Paffion lhall out-do the Knave at any time. Arch. Well, I wo'n't difpute it now ; you command for the Day, and fo I fubmit: At Nottingham, you know, I a m to be Mafter. Aim. And at Lincoln, I again. Arch. Then, at Norwich I mount, which, I think, fhall be our laft Stage ; for, if we fail there, we'll imbark for Holland, bid adieu to Venns^ and welcome Mars. Aim. A lyjatch 1 [Enter Bonniface.] M u m. Bon. W h a t will your Worfhip pleafe to have for Supper ? Aim. What have ycu got ? Bons Sir, we have a delicate piece of Beef in the Pot, and a Pig at the Fire. Aim. Good Supper-meat, I muft confefs. - - I can't eat Beef, Landlord. Arch, A n d I hate Pig. Aim. Hold your prating, Sirrah, do you know who you are ? Bon. Pleafe to befpeak fomething elfe; I have every thing in the Houfe. Aim. Haye ycu any Veal? Bor>(. Veal! Sir, we had a delicate Loin of Veal on Wednesday laft. Aim. Have you got any Fifh or Wildfowl ? Bon. As for Fifh, truly, Sir, we are an Inland Town, and indifferently provided with Filh, that's the truth on't; and then for Wildfowl We have a delicate Couple of Rabbets. Aim. Get m e the Rabbets fricafy'd. Bon. Fricafy'd 1 Lard, Sir, they'll eat much better fmc-fher'd with Onions. Arch. Pfhaw! damn your Onions. Aim. Again,Sirrah! Well, Landlord, what you pleafe; but hold, I have a fmall Charge of Money, and your Houfe is fo your cuftody f utlhla onf mStirnaen;g erfso,rp tw hfha et2 n I tbheilsie Fvel ilto wm aoyf mbei ndfera ufgenertkus.i |