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Show €\ The Beaux Stratagem. Mr?. Sull. How ! At the Expence of my Honour. Arch, Honour! Can Honour confift with Ingratitude?; you wou'd deal like a W o m a n of Honour, do like a Mam Honour, d'ye think I wou'd deny you in fuchaCafe? Enter a Servant. Ser. M a d a m , m y Lady order'd m e to tell you, that you Brother is below at the Gate. Mrs. Sull. M y Brother! Heavens be prais'd Sir, fhall thank you for your Services, he has it in his Power. Arch. W h o is vour Brother, M a d a m ? Mrs Sull. Sir Charles Freeman You'll excufe m e , Sir;] muft go and receive him. • Arch. Sir Charles Freeman ! 'Sdeath and Hell! Uf old Acquaintance. N o w unlefs Aimwell has m a d e goodul of his time, all our fair Machine goes foufe into the Sea lik the Edifione. (Ext SCENE changes to the Gallery in the fame Houfe. Enter Aimwell and Dorinda. Dor. Well, well, m y Lord, you have conquer'd; yen late generous Action will, I hope, plead for m y eafie yield ing, tho' I muft o w n your Lordfhip had a Friend in A Fort before. Aim. The Sweets of Hybla dwell upon her Tongue Here, Doctor Enter Foigard with a Bool. Foig, Are you prepar'd boat ? Dor. T m ready: But firft, m y Lord, one w o r d ; Ih#i a frightful Example of a hafty Marriage in m y o w n Fa mily ; when I reflect upon't, it fhocks m e . Pray, m y Lord confider a little Aim. Confider ! D o you doubt m y Honour or m y Love? Dor. Neither: I d o believe you equally Juft as B r a v e - A n d were your whole Sex drawn out for m e to chufe, I fhou'i not caft a Look upon the Multitude if vou were abfent -- But m y Lord, I'm a W o m a n ; Colours, Concealments maj hide a thoufand Faults in m c ; Therefore k n o w me bet ter firft; I hardly dare affirm I k n o w m y felf in any thing except m y Love. Aim. SuchGoodnefs w h o cou'd injure; I find m y felfun cqual to the Task of Villain; the has gain'd m y Soul, and made |