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Show 60 The Beaux Stratagem. Mrs. Sull. Your Life I no, Sir, they can rob me of nothing that I value half fo much ; therefore, now, Sir, Jet m e intreat you to be gone. Arch. N o M a d a m , I'll confult m y o w n Safety for the fake of yours, I'll work by Stratagem: Have you Courage enough to ftand the appearance of 'em. Mrs. Sull. Yes, yes, fince 1 have Tcap'd your Hands, I can face any thing. Arch. C o m e hither, Brother Scrub, don't you know me ? Scrub. Eh! m y dear Brother, let m e kifs thee. [Kiffes Archer, 'Arch. This w a y Here - [Archer and Scrub hide the Bti Enter Gibbet, rtith a dark Lanthorn in one Hand, and a Piflol in t'other. Gib. Ay, av, this is the Chamber, and the Lady alone. Mrs. Sull. W h o are you, Sir? What wou'd you have? D'ye come to rob me? Gib. Rob you! alack a day, M a d a m , I'm only a youngn Brother, M a d a m ; andfo, M a d a m , if you make a noife, 11 fhoot you thro' the Head ; but don't be affraid, M a d a m . (Lay ing his Lanthorn and Piflol upon the Table.) Thefe Rings, dam, don't be concern'd, M a d a m , I have a profound Refpe<3 for you, M a d a m ; your Keys, Madam, don't be 'frighted, Ma dam, I'm the moft of a Gentleman. (Searching her Pockets\ This Necklace, Madam. I never was rude to a Lady; I have a Veneration • for this Necklace (Hen Archer having come round, and feixJd the Piftols, takes by the Collar , trips up his Heels, and claps the Pifiol Brca'}.) Arch. Hold profane Villain, and take the Reward of thi Sacrilege. Gib. O h ! Pray, Sir, don't kill m e : I a'n't prepar'd. Arch. H o w many is there of 'em, Scrub t Scrub. Five and Forty, Sir. Arch. Then I muft kill the Villain to have him out of thi way. Gib. Hold, hold, Sir, w e are but three, upon m y Honour, Arch. Scrub, will you undertake to fecure him ? Scrub. Not I, Sir; kill him, kill him. Arch. R u n to Gipfcy's Chamber, there you'll find the Do clor; bring him hither prefently. (Exit Scrub runnm i Come, Rogue, if you have a fhort Prayer, fay it. |
