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Show 2 The Twin-Rivals. Y. W. N o , no, Fortune took care of m e there •-~ I had none to lofc. Rich. 'Tis that gives you the Spleen. Y. W. Yes, I have got the Spleen; and fomething elfe -: Heark'e (Whijpers. Rich. H o w ! Y.W. Pofitively. The Lady's kind Reception was the moft fevere Ufage I ever met with-Shan't 1 break her W i n dows- Richmore f Rich. A mighty Revenge truly: Let m e tell you, Friend, That breaking the Windows of iuch Houfes,are no more than writing over a Vintner's Door, as they do in Holland - Vin te hop.-'Tis no more than a Bufh to a Tavern, a Decoy to Trade, and to draw in Cuftomers; but upon the whole matter, I think, a Gentleman fhou'd put up an Affront got in fuch little Company; for the Pleafure, the Pain, and the Refcntment, are all alike fcandalouSi Y. W. Have you forgot, Richmore, how I found you one Morning with the Flying-Poft in your hand; hunting for Phy-fical Advertifements ? Rich. That was in the Days of Dad, m y Friend, in the Days of dirty Linnen, Pit-Masks, Hedge-Taverns, and Beef-Steaks; but now I fly at nobler G a m e ; the Ring, the Court, Pawlet's, and the Park: I defpife all W o m e n that I apprehend any Danger from, lefs than the having m y Throat cut; and fhou'd fcruple to converfe even with a Lady of Fortune, unlefs her Vertue were loud enough to give m e Pride in expofmg ir. . Here's a Letter I receiv'd this Morning; you may read it. (Gives a Letter. Y.W. [Reads.] IF there be Solemnity in Proteftation, Jufice in Heaven, or •*• dclity on Earth, I may ftill depend on the Faith of my Rich-more Tho' I may conceal my Love, I no longer can hide the EffeEls on't from the World Be careful of my Honour, remember your Vows, and fly to the Relief of the Difconfolate Clelia. The Fair, the Courted, Blooming Clelia! Rich. The credulous, troublefome, foolifti Clelia. Did you ever read fuch a fulfome Harangue Lard, Sir, I a m near my time, and want your Affiftance Does the filly Creature imagine that any M a n wou'd come near her in thofe Cir-cumftances, unlets it were Doctor Chamberlain You may I keep the Letter, Y. W, |