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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 29 *ing m y Tongue, I had never liv'd fo long in a great Family. Arch. Ay, ay, to be fure there are Secrets in all Families. Scrub. Secrets, ay; but I'll fay no more. Come, ' fit down, we'll make an end of our Tankard: Here • Arch. With all m y Heart.; who knows but you and I may 1 come to be better acquainted, eh Here's your Ladies Healths; you have three, I think, and to be fure there muft :be Secrets among 'em. Scrub. Secrets! Ay, Friend; I wifh I had a Friend Arch. A m not I your Friend? Come, you and I will be fvvorn Brothers. Scrub. Shall we ? Arch. From this minute. Give m e a kifs And now : Brother Scrub Scrub. And now, Brother Martin, I will tell you a Secret that will make your Hair ftand on end : - You muft know, that I a m confumedly in Love. Arch. That's a terrible Secret, that's the truth on't. Scrub. That Jade, Gipfey, that was with us juft now in the Cellar, is the arranteft Whore that ever wore a Petticoat; and I'm dying for love of her. Arch. Ha, ha, ha Are you in love with her Perfon, or her Vertue, Brother Scrub t Scrub. I fhould like Vertue beft, becaufe it is more durable than Beauty : for Vertue holds good with fome W o m e n long, and many a Day after they have loft it. Arch. In the Country, I grant ye, where no Woman'* Vertue is loft, till a Baftard be found. Scrub. Ay, cou'd I bring her to a Baftard, I fhou'd have her all to m y felf; but I djare not put it upon that Lay, for fear of being fent for a Soldier. Pray, Brother, how do you Gentlemen in London like that fame Preffing Act? Arch. Very ill, Brother Scrub; 'Tis the worft that ever was made for ns: Formerly I remember the good Days, when w e cou'd dun our Mailers for our Wages, and if they refufed to pay us, w e cou'd have a Warrant to carry 'em before a Juftice: but now if w e talk of eating, they have a Warrant for us, and carry us before three Juftices. Scrub. And to be fure we go, if we talk of eating; for the Juftices wo'n't give their o w n Servants a bad Example. N ow this is m y Misfortune I dare not ipeak in the Houfe, while that Jade, Gipfey, dings about like a Fury Once I had the better end of the Staff, Arch. |
