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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 6% r Reafon, and away with her The Prieft is now in the dlar, and dare not refufe to do the Work. Enter Lady Bountiful. Aim. But how fhall I get off without being obferv'd ? Arch. You a Lover I A n d not find a way to get oft j :t m e fee. Aim. You bleed, Archer: Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this W o u n d will do the Bu-nefs I'll amufe the old Lady and Mrs. Sullen about dref-ag m y Wound, while you carry oft Dorinda. ' L. Boun. Gentlemen, cou'd we underftand how you wou'd •: gratified for the Services - 1 Arch. Come, come, m y Lady, this is no time for Comple-lents, I'm wounded, Madam, ?MtfM }How! Wounded! " Dor. I hope, Sir, you have receiv d no hurt ? i Aim. None but what you may cure-; (Makes Love in dumb fhow. L. Boun. Let m e fee your Arm, Sir, I muft have fome •owder-fugar to ftop the Blood G m e ! A n ugly Gafh, ^pon m y word, Sir, you muft go into Bed. 1 Arch. Ay, my Lady a Bed wou'd do very well. Ma-lam, [To Mrs. Sullen.] Will you do m e the Favour to contact m e to a Chamber ? L. Boun. D o, do,.Daughter- ^-while I get the Lint and he Probe, and the Plaifter ready. (Runs out one way, Aimwell carries off Dorinda another. Arch. Come, Madam, why don't you obey your Mother's Commands, Mrs. Sull. H o w can you, after what is paft, have the Con-idence to ask me ? Arch. And if you go to that, how can you after what is saft, have the Confidence to deny me ? Was not this Blood fhed in your Defence, and m y Life expos'd for your Protedtion Look'e, M a d a m , I'm none of your Roman-dck Fools, that fight Giants and Monfters for nothing; m y Valour is downright Swift; I'm a Soldier of Fortune, and muft be paid. Mrs. Sull. 'Tis ungenerous in you, Sir, to upbraid m e with your Services. Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, Madam, not to reward em. 4 Mrs* |