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Show q6 The Beaux Stratagem. Mrs. Sull. A famous Hand, Sir. (Here Aimwell and Do, rinda go off. Arch. A famous Hand, M a d a m Your Eyes, indeed, are featur'd there; but where's the fparklingMoifture, fhining Fluid, in which they fwim. The Picture indeed has your Dimples; but where's the Swarm of killing Cupids that fhou'd ambufh there ? the Lips too are figur'd out; but where's the Carnation D e w , the pouting Ripenefs that tempts the Tafte in the Original? Mrs. Sull. Had it been m y Lot to have match'd with fuch a M a n ! Arch. Your Breads too, prefumptuous M a n ! what! paint Heaven ! Apropo, M a d a m , in the very next Picture is Salmo-netts, that was ftruck dead with Lightning, for offering to imitate Jove's Thunder ; I hope you ferv'd the Painter fo, M a dam ? Mrs. Sull. Had m y Eyes the power of Thunder, they fhou'd employ their Lightning better. Arch. There's the fineft Bed in that R o o m , M a d a m ; 1 fuppofe 'tis your Ladyfhip's Bed-Chamber. Mrs Sull. And what then, Sir ? Arch. I think the Quilt is the richcft that ever I faw: 4 I can't at this diftance, M a d a m , diftinguifh the Figures of the Embroidery; will you give m e leave, M a d a m ? Mrs. Still. The Devil take his Impudence. Sure, if I gave him an opportunity, hedurft not offer it. I have a great mind to try. (Going.) (Returns.) S'death, what a m I doing? • A n d alone too! Sifter, Sifter ? (Runs out. Arch. I'll follow her clofe For where a French-man durfl attempt to ftorm, A Briton fure may well the Work perform, (Going, Enter Scrub. Scrub. Martin, Brother Martin. Arch. O, Brother Scrub, I beg your Pardon, I was not a going : Here's a Guinea, m y Mafter order'd you. Scrub. A Guinea, hi, hi, hi, a Guinea! eh by this Light, it is a Guinea; but I fuppofe you expect O n e and twenty Shillings in change. Arch. Not at all; I have another for Gipfey. Scrub. A Guinea for her! Faggot and Fire for the WitchJ • Sir, give me that Guinea, and I'll difcover a Plot. Arch,.A Plot { Scrub |