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Show The Conftant Couple. 43 Err. W h o I, Sir ? Alack-a-day, Sir, I never kill'd any Man, but a Carrier's Horfc once. Gin. Then you fhall certainly be hang'd, but confefs that you kill'd him, and we'll let you go. Err. Telling the Truth hangs a M a n , but confeffmg a Lye can do no harm; befides, if the worft comes to the worft, I can but deny it agen Well, Sir, fince I muft tell you, I did kill him. Clin. Here's your Money, Sir, but are you fure you kill'd him dead ? Err. Sir, I'll fwear it before any Judge in England. Die. But are you fure that he's Dead in Lawi Err. Dead in L a w ! I can't tell whether he be Dead in Law* But he's as dead as a Door-Nail; for I gave him feven Knocks on the Head with a Hammer. Die. Then you have the Eftate by the Statute. Any M a n that's knock'd o'th' Head is Dead in Law. Clin. But are you fure he was Compos Mentis when he was kill'd? Err. I fuppofe he was, Sir; for he told m e nothing to the contrary afterwards. Clin. Hey ! Then I go to the Jublilee Strip, Sir, ftrip. By Jupiter Ammon, ftrip. Die. A h ! Don't fwear, Sir. (Puts on his Brothers Cloaths. Gin. Swear, Sir, Zoons, han't I got the Eftate, Sir ? Come, Sir, n o w I'm in Mourning for m y Brother. Err. I hope you'll let m e go now, Sir Clin. Yes, yes, Sir; but you muft do me the Favour to fwear pofitively before a Magi (Irate, that you kill'd him dead, that I may enter upon the Eftate without any Trouble. By Jupiter Ammon, all m y Religion's gone, fince I put on theie fine Cloaths- Hey, call m e a Coach fome-body. Err. Ay, Mafter, let m e go, and I'll call one immediately. Gin. N o , no; Dicky, carry this Spark before a Juft ice, and when he has made Oath, you may difcharge him. And I'll go fee Angelica. (Exeunt Dick and Errand. N o w that I'm an Elder Brother, I'll Court, and Swear, and Rant, and Rake, and go to the Jubilee with the beft of them. (Exit. S C E N E , Lurewell's Houfe. Enter Lurewell and Parly. Lure, Are you fure that Vizard had m y Letter ? Par. |