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Show The Bzaux Stratagem. 5^ . rArch. I'll die with you. (Carrying her off. Mrs. Sull. Thieves, Thieves, Murther Enter Scrub in his Breeches, and one Shoe. S.rub. Thieves, Thieves, Murther, Popery. Arch. H a ! the very timorous Stag will kill in Rutting-time." (Draws, and offers to flab Scrub. Scrub. (Kneeling.) O, Pray, Sir, fpare all I have, and take m y Life. 1 Mrs. Sull. (Holding Archer'; Hand.) What do's the Fellow mean ? • Scrub. O, Madam, down upon your Knees, your Marrow-' bones he's one of'um. Arch. O f whom ? Scrub. One of the Rogues • I beg your Pardon, one of the honeft Gentlemen that juft now are broke into the Houfe. Arch. H o w! Mrs. Sull. I hope you did not come to rob m e ? Arch. Indeed 1 did, Madam, but I wou'd have taken nothing but what you might ha' fpar'd; but your crying Thieves has wak'd this dreaming Fool, and fo he takes 'em for granted. 1 Scrub. Granted ! 'tis granted, Sir, take all we have. : Mrs. Sull. The Fellow looks as if he were broke out of Bedlam. S:rub. Oons, Madam, they're broke in to the Houfe with Fire and Sword ; 1 faw them, heard them, they'll be here this minute. Arch. What,Thieves! Scrub. Under Favour, Sir, I think fb.' M r s Sull. What fhall we do, Sir ? Arch. Madam, I wifh your Ladylhip a good Night. Mrs. Sull. Will you leave me? Arch. Leave you! Lord, Madam, did not you command me to be gone juft now, upon pain of your immortal Hatred. Mrs. Sull. Nay, but pray, Sir [Takes hold of him. Arch. Ha, ha, ha, now comes my turn to be ravifh'd. . You fee now, Madam, you muft ufe Men one way or other • but take this by the way, good Madam, that none but a Fool will give you the benefit of his Courage, unlefs you'll take his Love along with it. How are they arm'd, Friend? Scrub. With Sword and Piftol, Sir. Arch. Hufh I fee a dark Lanthorn coming thro' the Gallery. Madam, be afTur'd 1 will protect you, or lo|e m y Life. Mrs. Sull. |