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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 9 Bon. Confider, Child, there's T w o hundred Pound to boot- ( Ringing without.) Coming, Coming. Child, mind your" bufinefs. Goer. What a Rogue is m y Father! m y Father! I deny it. M y Mother was a good, generous, free-hearted W o m a n, and I can't tell how far her Good-nature might have extended for the good of her Children. This Landlord of mine, for I think I can call him no more, would betray his Gueft, and debauch his Daughter into the bargain, • by a Footman too ! Enter Archer. Arch. What Footman, pray, Miftrefs, is fo happy as to be the Subject of your Contemplation ? Cher. Whoever he is, Friend, he'll be but little the better for't. Arch. I hope fo, for, I'm fure, you did not think of mc. Cher. Suppofe I had? Arch. W h y then you're but even with m c ; for the minute I came in , I was a confidering in what manner i fhould make Love to you. Cher. Love to me, Friend! Arch. Yes, Child. Cher. Child! Manners; if you kept a little more diftance, Friend, it wou'd become you much better. Arch. Diftance! good night,Sauce-box. (Going. Cher. A pretty Fellow ! 1 like his Pride • Sir, pray, Sir, you fee, Sir, ( Archer returns.) 1 have the credit to be intruded with your Mafter's Fortune here, which Jets me a degree above his Footman ; I hope, Sir, you a'n't affronted. Arch. Let m e look you full in the Face, and I'll tell you whether you can affront m e or no. -: S'death, Child, you have a pair of delicate Eyes, and you don't know what to do with 'em. Cher. W h y , Sir, don't I fee every body? Arch. Ay, but if fome W o m e n had Jem, they wou'd kill every body. Prithee, inftruct me, I wou'd fain make Love to you, but I don't know what to fay. Cher. W h y , did you never make Love to any body before? Arch. Never to a Perfon of your Figure, I can allure you. Madam; m y Addrefles have been always confin'd to People Within m y own Sphere, I never afpir'd fo high before. But you look fo bright, 4nd are drefs d fo tight, &c, [A Song. F f 4 Oxr, |