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Show 54 The Twin-Rivals* find him Non Compos. He was mad before, you know^ Here , fomething for your Trouble. (Gives Money. Tru. Thank your Honour. But pray, m y Lord, have a care of that Trueman ; he fwears that he'll cut your Throat, and he will dot, m y Lord, he will dot. Y. W. Never fear, never fear. Tru. But he fwore it, m y Lord, and he will certainly dot.1 Pray have a care. (Exit. Y. W. Well, well,-fo,-the Devil's in t if I been t the eldeft now. What a pack of civil Relations have I had here? M y Father takes a fit of the Apoplexy, makes a Face, and goes off one w a y ; m y Brother takes a Fit of the Spleen, makes a Face, and goes off t'other way. • Well, I muft o w n he has found the way to mollifie me, and I do love him n ow with all m y heart, fince he was fo very civil to jufile into the World before me, I think he did very civilly to juftle out of it before me. But n o w m y Joys! Without there -hollo take off the Inquifition of the Gate; the Heir m ay mow enter unfufpected. The Wolf is dead, the Shepherds may go play : Eafe follows Care; fo rowls the World away. 'Tis a Queftion whether Adverfity or Profperity makes the1 moft Poets. Enter Servant. Ser. M y Lord, a Footman brought this Letter, and waits for an Anfwer. Y. W. Nothing from the Elifian Fields, 1 hope. (Opening the Letter.) What do I fee, CONSTANCE* Spells and M a* gick in every Letter of the Name. Now for the fweet Contents. TV/ir Lord, I'm pleas'd to hear of your happy Change ofFortune'i ***• and fhall be glad to fee your Lordfhip this Evening to you Joy. CONSTANCE. Now the Devil's in this Mandrake; fhe told me this Afternoon, that the Wind,was chopping about; and has it got into the warm Corner already? Here, m y Coach and fix to the Door: I'll vifit m y Sultana in State. As for the Seraglio below Stairs, you, m y Bafl?aws, may pofTefs 'em. (Exit. SC E N 5 |
