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Show 34 The Twin-Rivals. was feen to guard his going out, or watch his coming in: N o craving Eyes, but Looks of finding Gratitude. But now, that Family, which like a Garden fairly kept, invited every Stranger to its Fruit and Shade, is n o w run o'er with Weeds: Nothing but Wine and Revelling within, a Croud of noifie Creditors without, a Train of Servants in-folently proud. Wou'd you believe it, Sir, as I offer'd to go in juft now, the rude Porter pufh'd me back with his Staff. 1 a m at this prefent (thanks to Providence and my Induftry) worth twenty thoufand Pounds. I pay the fifth part of this to maintain the Liberty of the Nation ; and yet this Slave, the impudent Swift Slave, offer'd to ftrike me. E. W. 'Twas bard, Sir, very hard: And if they us'd a M a n of your Subftance fo roughly, how will they manage me, that a m not worth a Groat ? Fair. I wou'd not willingly defraud your Hopes of what may happen.-If you can drink and fwear; perhaps E.W. I fhall not pay that price for his Lordfhip's Bounty wou'd it extend to half he's worth. Sir, I give you thanks for your Caution, and fhall fleer another Courfe. Fair. Sir, you look like an honeft, modeft Gentleman. Come home with m e ; I ani as able to give you a Dinner as m y Lord; and you fhall be very welcome to eat at my Table every Day, till you are better provided. E. W. Good Man. (Afide.) Sir, I muft beg you to excufe m e to day: But I fhall find a time to accept of your Favours, or at leaft to thank you for 'em. Fair. Sir, you fhall be very welcome when ever you pleafe. (Exit. E. W. Gramercy, Citizen! Surely, if Juftice were an Herald, fhe wou'd give this Tradefman a nobler Coat of Arms than m y Brother. But I delay : I long to vindicate the Honour of m y Station, and to difplace this hold Ufurper:- But one Concern, methinks is nearer ftill, m y Conftance1. Shou'd fhe, upon the Rumour of m y Death, have fixt her Heart elfewhere, then I were dead indeed: But if fhe ftill-proves true, Brother, fit faff. I'll (hake your Strength, all Olftacles remove, Suftain'd by Juftice, and infpird by Love. (Exit. SCENE, an Apartment. Conftance, Aurelia. Gn. For Heaven's fake, Coufin, ceafe your impertinent Confolation: It but makes m e angry, and raifestwo Paffions in |