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Show 34 The Beaux Stratagem. )4 Enter Sullen. Sull. What finging was that I heard juft n o w ? Mrs. Sull. The finging in you're Head, nty Dear, you com-plain'd of it all Day. Sull. You're impertinent. Mrs. Sull. I was ever fo, fince I became one Flefh with you. Sull. One Flefh! Rather two CarcafTesjoin'd unnaturally together. Mrs. Sull. Or rather a living Soul coupled to a dead Body. Dor. So, this is fine Encouragement for m e! Sull. Yes, m y Wife fhews you what you muft do.' Mrs. Sull. And m y Husband fhews you what you muft TufTer. Sull. 'Sdeath, w hy can't you be filent ? Mrs. Sull. 'Sdeath, why can't you talk? Sull. D o you talk to any purpofe? Mrs. Sull. D o you think to any purpofe? Sull. Sifter, heark'e; [Whifpers.] 1 fhan't be home till be late. (Exit. Mrs. Sull. What did he whifper to ye ? Dor. That he wou'd go round the back way, come into the Clofet, and liften as I directed him. But let m e beg you once more, dear Sifter, to drop this Project; for, as I told you before, inftead of awaking him to Kindnefs, you mav provoke him to a Rage; and then who knows how far his Brutality may carry him ? .Mrs. Sull. I'm provided to receive him, I warrant you: But here comes the Count, vanifh. (Exit Dorinda. Enter Count Bellair. Don't you wonder, Monfieur le Count, that I was not at Church this Afternoon ? Count. I more wonder, M a d a m , that you go dere at all, or how you dare to lift thofe Eyes to Heaven that are guilty of fo much killing. Mrs. Sull. If Heaven, Sir, has given to m y Eyes with the Power of killing, the Vertue of making a Cure, I hope the one may atone for the other. Count. O largely, M a d a m ; wou'd your Ladyfhip be as ready to apply the Remedy as to give the wound? Confider, Madam, I a m doubly a Prifoner ; firft to the Arms o£ your General, ther^ to your more conquering Eyes; m y firft Chain! |
