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Show $0 The Twin-Rivals. Heaven's fake, Mr. Richmore, what have I ever fhewn to. vindicate this Prefumption of yours. Rich. You fhew it now, M a d a m ; your Face, your Wit, your Shape, are all Temptations to undergo even the rigour of your Difdain, for the bewitching Pleafure of your Company. Aur. Then be afTur'd, Sir, you fhall reap no other benefit by m y Company; and if you think it a Pleafure to be con-ftantly flighted, ridicul'd, and affronted, you fhall have admittance to fuch Entertainment whenever you will. Rich. I take you at your word, Madam, I a m arm'd with Submiffion againft all the Attacks of your Severity, and your Ladylhip fhall find, tjiat m y Refignation can bear much longer than your Rigour can inflict. Aur. That is, in plain terms, your Sufficiency will presume much longer than m y Honour can refift. - - Sir, you might have fpar'd the unmannerly Declaration to m y Face, having already taken care to let me know your Opinion of m y Vertue, by your impudent Settlement, propos'd by Mrs. Mandrake. Rich. By thofe fair Eyes, I'll double the Propofal; this foft, this white, this powerful Hand, ( Takes her Hand.) fhall write its o w n Conditions. Aur. Then it fhall write this (Strikes him.) and if you like the terms, you fhall have more another time. ( Exit. Rich. Death and Madnefs! a Blow ! Twenty thoufand Pound Sterling for one Night's Revenge upon her dear; proud, difdainful Perfon ! Am I rich as many a Sovereign Prince, wallow in Wealth, yet can't command my Pleafure ? -•- W o m a n ! • If there be Power in Gold, I yet fhall triumph o'er thy Pride. Enter Mandrake. Man. O my troth, and fo you fhall, if I can help it. Rich. Madam, Madam, here, here, here's Money, Gold, Silver, take, take, all, all, m y Rings too; all fhall be yours, make me but happy in this prcfumptuous Beauty, Til make thee rich as Avarice can crave ; if not, I'll murder thee, and m y felf too. Man. Your Bounty is too large, too large indeed, Sir. Rub. Too large ! no, 'tis Beggery without her, Lord-ihips, Mannors, Acres, Rents, Tythes, and Trees, all, all fhall fly for m y dear fweet Revenge. Man, Say no more, this Night I'll put you in a way', Rick |
