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Show The Twin-Rivals, ~t E. W. Don't fear; none of his Servants know me, and I'll take care to keep m y Face from his fight. It concerns me td conceal m y felf, till I know the Engines of t h i s " S S Be fure you flay till I come to you ; and let no bodv know w h o m you belong to. lo ( D°ay Te. O h , oh, hon, poor Teague is left all alone. ** r „ c i f, , SSits m the Port-Mantel. Enter Subtleman and Steward. Subt. And you won't fwear to the Will > Stew M y Confcience tells m e I dare not dot with Safetv Sub But if we make it lawful, what fhou'd we fear> W e now think nothmg againft Confcience, till the Caufe be thrown out of Court. wuie oe Stew. In you, Sir 'tis no Sin; becaufe 'tis the Principle of yourProfeffion: But in me, Sir, 'tis downright Ferjurv i n d e e d . - You can't want WitnefTes enough, linceMonev won t be wanting - and you muft lofe no time; for IIeand fos Ghoft tme ^ mSg WasfeCn in To™>™ Sub It was his Ghoft, to be fure; for a Nobleman without an Eftate, is but the Shadow of a Lord. Well" tale^ care: Leave m e to m y felf; I'm near the Friers, and ten o one, fhall pick up an Evidence. Stew. Speed you well, Sir. (Exit &thThere> a Fellow that has Hunger and the Gallows picturd in his Face, and looks like m y Coun ryman How^now, honeft Friend, what have you got under you Te. Noting, dear Joy. Sub. Nothing? Is it not a Port-Mantel ? Te. That is noting to you. Sub. The Fellow's a Wit. Te. Fel a m I ? M y Granfader was an Irifh Poet -He Sub. Then thou art poor, I'm afraid ? Te. Be me Shoul, m y fole Generation ifh fo. I have noting but thifh poor Port-Mantel, and dat it fhelf ilh not m y own. • ' Sub. W h y , who does it belong to? Te. T o m y Maifhter, dt;v Sub. Then you have a Mallei ? Te. F^r I have,' but he's dead. Shb. K;giu >• -And I • nd to live ? Tc. |