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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 17 Gib. Ah 1 poor Woman! I pitied her; • From a poor lady juft elop'd from her Husband, fhe had made up her Cargo, and was bound for Ireland, as hard as fhe cou'd drive; ihe told m e of her Husband's barbarous Ufage, and fo I left her half a Crown: But I had almoft forgot, m y dear Cherry, I have a Prefent for you. Cher. What is't ? Gib. A Pot of Cerufe, m y Child, that I took out of a Tandy's under Pocket. Cher. What, Ml. Gibbet, do you think that I paint? Gib. W h y , you Jade, your Betters do; I'm fure the Lady that I took it from had a Coronet upon her Handkerchief.-• Here, take m y Cloak, and go, fecure the Premiffes. Cher. I will fecure 'em. (Exit. Bon. But, heark'e, where's Hounflow and Bagfhot * Gib. They'll be here to Night. Bon. D'ye know of any other Gentlemen o'the Pad on this Road ? Gib. N o. Bon. 1 fancy that I have two that lodge in the Houfe juft now. Gib. The Devil! H o w d'ye fmoak 'em ? Bon. W h y , the one is gone to Church. Gib. That's fufpitious, I muft confefs. Bon. And the other is now in his Mafter's Chamber j he pretends to be Servant to the other, we'll call him out, and pump him a little. Gib. With all m y Heart. Bun. Mr. Martin, Mr. Martin * Enter Martin combing aPerriwig, andftnging. Gib. The Roads are coniumed deep; I'm as dirty as old Brentford at Chri(lmas. A good pretty Fellow that; who's Servant are you, Friend? Arch. M y Mafter's. Gib. Really? Arch. Really. Gib. That's much. The Fellow has been at the Bar by his Evafions: But, pray, Sir, what is your Mafter's Name? Arch.- Tall, all, dall; [Sings and combs the Perriwig.) This is the moft obftinate Curl • Gib. I ask you his Name? Arch. Name, Sir,- Tall, all, dall-• • I never ask'd him his N a m e in m y Life. Tall, all, dall. Bon. |