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Show The Beaux Stratagem. 6j irifh your Lordfhip Joy. Now, Prieft, you may be gone; f m y Lord is pleas'd now with the Match, let his Lordfhip narry m e in the Face of the World. Aim. Arch. W h a t do's fhe mean ? Dor. Here's a Witnefs for m y Truth. Enter Sir Charles and Mrs. Sullen. • Sir Ch. M y dear Lord Aimwell, I wifh you Jof. Aim. O f what? Sir Ch. O f your Honour and Eftate: Your Brother died the |)ay before I left London; and all your Friends have writ af-er you to Bruffels; among the reft I did m y felf the Ho-lour. Arch. Hark'e, Sir Knight, don't you banter now ? I Sir Ch. 'Tis Truth, upon m y Honour. • Aim. Thanks to the pregnant Stars that form'd this Acci-lent. Arch. Thanks to the W o m b of Time that brought it forth; iway with it. I Aim. Thanks to m y Guardian Angel that led m e to the ^rize 1 (Taking Dorinda's Hand. S Arch. And double Thanks to the noble Sir Charles Freeman. /lyLord, I wifh you Joy. M y Lady, I wifh you Joy. Gad, Sir Freeman, you're the honefteft Fellow living. Sdeath, I'm grown ftrange airy upon this matter • My -.ord, how d'ye? a word, my Lord; don't you remember bmething of a previous Agreement, that entitles me to the Vfoyety of this Lady's Fortune, which, I think will amount :o five thoufand Pound. Aim. Not a Penny, Archer-, You wou'd ha' cut my fhroat juft now, becaufe I wou'd not deceive this Lady. Arch. Ay, and I'll cut your Throat again, if you fhou'd leceive her now. Aim. That's what I expected ; and to end the Difpute, the Lady's Fortune is Ten thoufand Pound ; we'll divide Stakes; ake the ten thoufand Pound, or the Lady. Dor. H o w ! Isyour Lordlhipfo indifferent ? Arch. N o , no, no, Madam, his Lordfhip knows very well, hat I'll take the Money; I leave you to his Lordfhip, andfo ve're both provided for. Enter Count Bellair. >leCA oi:.m .AM Ien OTfhddhue aerBrm eL eIgyasnaod,rnui ,! e& b so eB uh,yMrar a ovwIjbenfh, bin ohec eemb&urne re? .sir n,o bfI ot omaoem. d yaonfugere rS,e rSviar,n t tricCeo hunutm - |