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Show 10 The Beaux Stratagem. Cher. What can I think of this Man ? (Afide.) Will you give m e that Song, Sir ? >tfrrt&. Ay, m y Dear, take it while tis warm. (Kiffes her.) Death and Fire ! her Lips are Honey-combs. Cher. And I wifh there had been Bees too, to have ftung you for your Impudence. . __, Arch. There's a fwarm o£Cupids, m y \\W\eVenw, that has done the bufinefs much better. Cher. This Fellow is misbegotten as well as I. ( Afide.) What's your N a m e , Sir ? . ^r<r£. N a m e ! I gad, I have forgot it. (/4/Wf.) O h ! /Hir/Cher. Where were you born ? Arch. In St, Martins Parifh. Cher. What was your Father ? v4rc&. St. Martins Parifh. Cher. Then, Friend, good night. Arch. I hope not. Cher. You may depend upon't. Arch. Upon what.-' O&er. That you're very impudent. Arch. That you're very handfome. Cher. That you're a Footman, >4rc/>. That you're an Angel. Cher. I fhall be rude. Arch. So fhall I. Cher. Let go m y Hand, Arch. Give m e a Kifs. (Kiffes her\ (Callwithout, Cheny, Cherry. Cher. I'm My Father calls; you plaguy Devil, how durft you flop m y Breath fo? Offer to follow m e one ftep, if you dare. Arch. A fair Challenge, by this Light; this is a pretty fair opening of an Adventure; but we are Knight-Errants, and fo Fortune be our Gu£ikd e,E nd of the Firft A C T , (Exit, ACT |