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Show The Twin-Rivals. 29 there are not two things in Nature more different than Honour and Honefty now your Honefty is a little Mecha-nick Quality, well enough among Citizens, People that do nothing but pitiful mean Actions according to L a w but your Honour flies a much higher Pitch, and will do any thing that's free andfpontaneous, but fcoms to level it felf to what is only juft. Stew. But 1 think it a little hard to have thefe poor People ftarve for want of their Money, and yet pay this fharping Rafcal fifty Guineas. Y.W. Sharping Rafcal! W h a t a Barbarifmthat is? W h y he wears as good Wigs, as fine Linnen, and keeps as good Company as any at White's $ and between him and I, Sir, this fharping Rafcal, as you are pleafed to call him, fhall make more Intereft among the Nobility with his Cards and Counters, than a Soldier fhall with his Sword and PiftoJ. Pray let him have fifty Guineas immediately. (Exeunt. S C E N E, the Street; Elder Wou'dbe writing in a Pocket- Book, in a Riding Habit. E. W. Monday the 1702. /arrived fafe in London^ andfo concluding my Travels ' (Putting up his Book. N o w welcome Country, Father, Friends, M y Brother too, (if Brothers can be Friends:) But above all, m y charming Fair, m y Gonfiance. Thro' all the Mazes of m y wandring Steps, Thro' all the various Climes that I have run; Her Love has been the Loadftone of m y Courfe, Her Eyes the Stars that pointed m e the W a y. Had not her Charms m y Heart mtire poiTeft, W h o knows what Circes artful Voice and Look Might have enfnar'd m y travelling Youth, And fixt me to Inchantment ? Enter Teague with a Port-Mantel. He throws it down and, fits on it. Here comes m y Fellow-Traveller. What makes you fit upon the Port-Mantel, Teague? You'll rumple the things. Te. Be meShoule, Maifhter, I did carry te Port-Mant till it tir'd m e ; and now the Port-Mantel fhall carry m e till E^And how d'ye like London, Teague, after our Travels ? |
