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Show 56 The Beaux Stratagem. Sufi. You (hall have her to Morrow Morning, and a Veni-fon- Paftyinto the Bargain. Sir Ch. You'll let m e have her Fortune too? Sail. Fortune 1 why, Sir, I have no Quarrel at her Fortune. I only hate the W o m a n , Sir, and none but the W o m a n flia.ll go. S\r Ch. But her Fortune, Sir • • Sull. Can you play at Whisk, Sir ? Sir. Ch. No,truly,'Sir. S'ill. Nor at All-fours? Sir 0). Neither! Sull. Oons! where was this M a n bred ? (Afide.) Burn me, Sir, I (an't go home, 'tis but T w o a Clock. Sir Ch. For half an Hour, Sir, if you pleafe But you muft confider, 'tis late. Sull. Late! that's the Reafon I can't go to Bed • Come, Sir (Exeunt. Enter Cherry, runs acrofs the ?t**e, aid knocks at Aim hr-door. Enter Aimwell in his Night-cap and Gown. Aiw. What's the matter ? you tremble, Child, you're frighted. Cher. N o wonder, Sir But in fhort, Sir, this very Minute a Gang of Rogues are gone to rob m y Lady Bounii- /«i's Houfe. Aim. H o w ! Cher. I doj^'a 'em to the very Door, and left 'em breaking in. Aim. Have you alarm'd any body elfe with the News ? Cher. No, no, Sir, I wanted to have difcover'd the whole Plot, and twenty other things, to your M a n Martin-, but I have fearful the whole Houle, and can't find him : where is he? Aim. N o matter, Child ; will you guide m e immediately to the Houfe? Cher. With all m y Heart, Sir, m y Lady Bouhtiful is my Godmother; and 1 love Mrs. Dorinda fo well Aim. Dorinda ! The N a m e infpircs me, the Glory and the Dang- r fhall be all m y own* Come, m y Lite, let me but get mySwoid. . . v (Exeunt, S C E NE I |