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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 65 ' made it honeft like her own; ---1 cannot, cannot hurt her %Afidc.~] Doctor, retire. (Exit Foigard, S M a d a m , behold your Lover and your Profelyte, and ;udge % f m y Paffion by m y Converfion I'm all a Lie, nor dare I give a Fiction to your Arms; I'm all Counterfeit, except m y Padion. \\ Dor. Forbid it, Heaven! A Counterfeit! Aim. I a m no Lord, but a poor needy M a n , come with a "mean, a fcandalous Defign to prey upon your Fortune; f But the Beauties of your Mind a n d Perfon have fo w o n me from m y felf, that like a trufty Servant, I prefer the Intereft ^of m y Miftrefs to m y own. Dor. Sure I have had the Dream of fome poor Mariner, a -fleepy Image of a welcome Port, and wake involv'd in Storms t\ Pray, Sir, w h o are you ? M Aim. Brother to the M a n whofe Title I ufurp'd, but Stranger to his Honour or his Fortune. Dor. Matchlefs Honefty Once I was proud, Sir, of Hi your Wealth and Title, but n o w a m prouder that you want it: N o w I can fhew m y Love was juftly levell'd, and had no A i m but Love. Doctor, come in. \y Enter Foigard at one Door, Gipfey at another, mho whifpers ir Dorinda. Your Pardon, Sir, w e fha' not; won't you n o w , Sir ? Y ou i-muft excufe m e I'll wait on you prefently. (Exit with Gipfey; Foig. U p o n m y Shoul, n o w , dis is foolifh. (Exit. Aim. Gone! A n d bid the Prieft depart It has an omi-nous Look. Enter Archer. % Arch. Courage, Tom Shall I wifh you Joy? % Aim. No. Arch. Oons, M a n , what ha' you been doing ? i| Aim. O , Archer, m y Honefty, I fear, has ruin'd mcv UK Arch, H o w! | Aim. I have difcover'd m y felf. jj Arch. Difcover'd! A n d without m y Confent? W h a t! ([;Have I embark'd m y fmall Remains in the fame bott o m with yours, and you difpofe of all without m y Part-f- nerfhip ? Aim. O, Archer, I own my Fault. -j Arch. After Conviction 'Tis then too late for Pardon fr.-You may remember, Mx.Aimmll, that you propos'd this Folly |