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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 13 SuR. No. Dor. Coffee, Brother ? Sull. Pfhaw. Mrs. 5W/. Will you pleafe to drefs, and go to Church with me ? the Air may help you. Sull. Scrub. Enter Scrub. Scrub. Sir. Sull. What Day o'th' Week is this ? Scrub. Sunday, an't pleafe your Worfhip. Sull. Sunday1, bring m e a Dram; and d'ye hear, fet out the Venifon-Pafty, and a Tankard of ftrong Beer upon the Hall- Table, Til go to Breakfaft. • (Going. Dor. Stay, ftay, Brother, you fha'n't get off"fo; you were very naught laft Night, and muft make your Wife reparation j come, come, Brother, wo'n't you ask Pardon ? Sull. For what ? Dor. For being drunk laft Night. Sull. I can afford it, can't I ? Mi?. Sull. But I cant, Sir. Sull. Then you may let it alone. Mrs. Sull. But I muft tell you, Sir, that this is not to be born.' Sull. I*m glad on't. Mrs. Sull. What is the Reafon, Sir, that you ufe m e thus inhumanely ? Sull. Scrub ? Scrub. Sin Sull. Get things ready to fhave m y Head. (Exit. Mrs. Sull. Have a care of coming near his Temples, Scrub, for fear you meet fomething there that may turn the Edge of your Razor. Inveterate Stupidity ! Did you ever know ib hard, fo obftinate a Spleen as his ? O Sifter, Sifter! I fhall never ha' good of the Beaft till I get him to Town ; London, dear London is the place for managing and breaking a Huf-band. Dor. And has not a Husband the fame opportunities there for humbling a Wife ? • Mrs. Sull. No, no, Child, 'tis a ftanding Maxim in conjugal Difcipline, that when a M a n wou'd enflavc hi- Wife, he hurries her into the Country ; and when a i a Wo ild be arbitrary with her Husband, li:e wheedles her BdrVb.} up to Town. A M a n dare 1 c >1ay tbe;Tylrant in Lemon, becaufe to rebel. t heOr e Daorrci (nbd am,a nDyo riEnxdaam pIl eas f iton eeY n /oiumraagn€ mthaey S udboj eactn y |
