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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 23 Dor. W h a t fort of Livery has the Footman ? Scrub. Livery ! Lord, Madam, I took him for a Captain, he's lo oedizen'd with Lace, and then he has Tops to his Shoes, up to his mid Leg, a filver-headed Cane dangling at his Nuckle5 he carries his Hands in his Pockets juft fo - [Walks in the French Air.~} and has a fine long Perriwig ty'd up 111 a Bag Lord, Madam, he's clear another fort of M a n than I Mrs. Sull. That may eafily be but what (hall we do now, Sitter? Dor. I have it This Fellow has a world of Simplicity, and iome Cunning, the firft hides the latter by abundance Scrub. Scrub. M a d a m. Dor. W e have a great mind to know who this Gentleman is, only for our Satisfaction. Scrub. Yes, Madam, it would be a Satisfaction, no doubt. Dor. You muft go and get acquainted with his Footman, and invite him hither to drink a Bottle of your Ale, becaufe you're Butler to Day. Scrub. Yes, M a d a m , I a m Butler every Sunday. Mrs, Sull. O brave, Sifter, O my Confcience, you underftand the Mathematicks already • Tis the beft Plot in the World ; your Mother, you know, will be gone to Church, m y Spoufe will be got to the Ale-houfe with his Scoundrels, and the Houfe will be our o w n fo we drop in by accident, and ask the Fellow fome Queftions our felves. In the Country, you know, any Stranger is Company, and we're glad to take up with the Butler in a Country Dance , and nappy if he'll do us the Favour. Scrub. O h ! Madam, you wrong me; I never refus'd your Ladylhip the Favour in m y Life. Enter Gipfey. Gip. Ladies, Dinner's upon Table. Dor. Scrub, We'll excule your Waiting We order'd you, Scrub. I fhaU. SCENE changes to the Inn. Enter Aimwell and Archer. Arch. Well, Tom, I find you're a Markfman, Aim. A Markfinan ! who fo blind cou'd b$, aS not dif- $crn a Swan among the Ravens. G g 3 Arch, - Go where [Exeuntl |