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Show 5 3 The Beaux Stratagem. Mrs. Sull. What will become of me? Arch H o w beautiful fhe looks - The teeming jolly Spring fmiles in her blooming Face, and when fhe was conceiv'd, her Mother fmelt toRofes, look'd on Lillies Tillies unfold their white, their fragant Charms; When the warm Sun thus darts into their Arms. (Runs IS'rS.Sull. Ah! (Sbreeks.) Arch. Oons, M a d a m , what d'ye mean ? you'll raife the Houfe. Mrs. Sull. Sir, I'D wake the Dead before I bear this • What! approach me with the Freedoms of a Keeper; I'm &lad on't, your Impudence has cur'd me. _ Arch. If this be Impudence, (Kneels.) I leave tb your partial felf; no panting Pilgrim, after a tedious, painful Voyage, e'er bow'd before his Saint with more Devotion. Mrs. Sull. N o w , now, I'm ruin'd, if he kneels! (Afide.) thou proftrate Ingineer, not all thy undermining Skill fhall reach m y Heart Rife, and know, I a m a W o m a n without m y J-ex; I can love to all the tendernefs of Wifhes, Sighs and Tears But go no farther Still to convince you that I'm more than W o m a n , I can fpeak m y Frailty, confefs m y Weaknefs even for you But Arch. For m e ! (Going to lay hold on her. Mrs.Sull. Hold, Sir, build not upon that for m y moll mortal hatred follows, if you difobey what I command you now - leave m e this Minute - if he denies, I'm loft. (Afide. Arch. Then you'll promife • Mrs. Sull. Any thing another time. Arch. W h e n fhall I come? Mrs.Sail. To morrow when you will. Arch. Your Lips muft feal the Promife. Mrs. Suit. Pfhaw ! Arch. They muft, they muft, (Kiffes her.) Raptures and Pa-radice! and why not now, m y Angel? The Time, the Place, Silence and Secrecy, all confpire • And the now con-fcious Stars have pieordain'd this moment for m y Happinefs. (Takes her in his Arms. Mrs. Sull. You will not, cannot fure. Arch. If the Sun rides faft, and difappoints not Mortals of to Morrow's D a w n this Nioht fhall crown m y Joys. Mrr. Stll. M y Sex's Pride atlift me. Anh. My Sex's Strength help me. Mis. Su'.l. You fhall kill me firft. Arch, |