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Show The Twin-Rivals. 39 A C T IV. SCENE, Lord Wou'dbe '/ Houfe. Toung Wou'dbe and Subtleman. Y.W.T> Eturn'd! Whofawhim? who fpoke with him? A ^ he can't be return'd. Sub. M y Lord, he's below at the Gate parrying with the Porter, w h o has private Orders from m e to admit no body till you fend him word, that w e may have the more time to fettle bur Affairs. Y. W. 'Tis a hard cafe, Mr. Subtleman, that a M a n can't enjoy his Right without all this Trouble. Sub. Ay, m y Lord, you fee the benefit of L a w now, what an advantage it is to the Publick for fecuring of Property. -p Had you not the L a w o' your fide, w ho knows what Devices might be practised to defraud you of your Right. But I have fecur'd all. The Will is in true foi m ; and you have two WitnefTes already to fwear to the laft Words of your Father. Y. W. Then you have got another. Sub. Yes, yes, a right one; and I fhall pick up another time enough before the Term; and I have planted three or four Conftables in the next Room, to take cafe of your Brother if he fhou'd be boifterous. Y. W. Then you think we are fecure. Sub. A y, ay; let him come now when he pleafes: I'll go down, and give orders for his admittance. Y.W. Unkind Brother! to difturb me thus, juft inthefwing, and ftretch of m y full Fortune ! Where is the Tye of Blood and Nature, when Brothers will do this ? Had he but ftaid till Conftance had been mine, his Prefence or his Abfence had been then indifferent. Enter Mandrake. Man. Well, m y Lord, [Pants, as out of Breathf] you'll ne'er be fatisfied till you have broken m y poor Heart. I have had fuch ado yonder, about you, with M a d a m Conftance but fhe's our own. Y. W. H o w ! m y own ! Ah, m y dear Helpmate, I'm a-fraid w e are routed in that Quarter: m y Brother's come home. Man. Your Brother come home! then I'll go travel. [Going. 3f. W. Hold, hold, Madam, Yw e are all fecure; pwreo vihdaevde |