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Show The Beaux Stratagem. lriew all the Works of Providence below, ~)1 The Fire, the Water, Earth, and Air, we know r> All in one Plant agree to make it grow. _)j Muft Alan, the chief eft Work of Art Divine, Be doomd in endlefs Difcord to repine. No, we fhou'd injure Heaven by that furmife Omnipotence is juft, were M a n but wife. Tloe End of the Third ACT. ACT IV. SCENE continues. Enter Airs. Sullen. Mrs. 3W/.V/I7ERE I born an humble Turk, where W o - " ^ men have no Soul nor Property, there I muft fit contented But in England, a Country whofe W o m en are it's Glory, muft W o m e n be abus'd, where W o m e n rule, muft W o m e n be enflav'd ? Na>, cheated intn Slavery, mock'd by a Promife of comfortable Society into a Wildernefs of Solitude 1 dare not keep the Thought about m e O! here comes fomething to divert me Enter a Country Woman. Worn. I come, an't pleafe your Ladylhip , you're m y Lady Bountiful, an't ye ? Mrs.Sull. Well, good W o m a n , goon. Worn. 1 come feventeen long Mail to have a Cure for my Husband's fore Leg. Mrs. Sull. Your Husband 1 What, W o m a n ; cure your Husband! Worn. Ay, poor Man, for his fore Leg won't let him ftir from Home. Mrs. Sull. There, I confefs, you have given me a Reafon. Well, good W o m a n , I'll tell'you what you muft do - You muft lay ytur Husband's Leg -upon a Table, and with a Chopping-Kmfe, you muft lay it open as broad as you can, then you muft take out the Bene, and beat the Flefh fouwnidtlhy |