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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 21 For •whatfoe'er the Sages charge on Pride The Angels fall, and twenty Faults befide, On Earth, Tm fure, 3mong us of mortal Calling, Pride faves Man oft, and Woman too from faUing. rExiU The End of the Second A C T . A C T III. SCENE continues. Enter Mrs. Sullen, Dorinda. Mrs. Sull.TJA, ha, ha, m y dear Sifter, let; m e embrace thee^ *• •*• now we are Friends indeed! For I fhall have a Secret of yours, as a Pledge for mine now you'll be good for fomething, I fhall have you converfable in the Subjects of the Sex. Dor. But do you think that I a m fo weak as to fall in love with a Fellow at firft fight ? Mrs. Sull. Pfhaw! N o w you fpoil all, why fhou'd not we be as free in our Friendfhips as the M e n ? I warrant you, the Gentleman has got to his Confident already, has avow'd his Paffion, toafted your Health, cali'd you ten thoufand A n gels, has run over your Lips, Eyes, Neck, Shape, Air, and every thing, in a Defcription that warms their Mirth to a fecond Enjoyment. Dor. Your hand, Sifter, I an't well. Mrs. Sull. So fhe's breeding already--come, Child, up with it hem a little fo now tell me, don't you like the Gentleman that we faw at Church juft now? Don The Maris well enough. Mrs. Sull. Well enough! Is he not a Demi-god, a Narcijptst a Star, the M a n i'the Moon ? Dor. O Sifter, I'm extremely ill. Mrs. Sull. Shall I fend to your Mother, Child, for a little of her Cephalick Plaifter to put to the Soles of your Feet, or lhall I fend to the Gentleman for fomething for you >- . Come, unlace your Stays, unbofome your felf • the M a n is perfectly a pretty Fellow, I faw him when he firft came int§ Church, G g 2 V9r0 |
