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Show The Twin-Rivals^ 55 SCENE, The Street. Teague with a Lanthorn, Trueman in the Conftable's Habit following. . Tru. Blockhead, thou haft led us out of the way; we have certainly paft the Conftable's Houfe. Te. Be m e Shoule, dear Joy, I a m never oot of m y ways; for poor Teague has been a Vanderer ever fince he was borned. Tm. Hold up the Lanthorn:-.-What Sign is that ? The St. Albans Tavern! W h y , you blundering Fool, you have led m e directly to St. James's Square, when you fhou'd have gone towards Sohoe. (Shrieking within.) Hark! What noife is that over the way ? A Woman's Cry! Te. Fet is it fhome Daumfelin Diftrefs I believe, that has no mind to be reliev'd. Tru. I'll ufe the Privilege of m y Office to know what the Matter is. \ Te. Hoi, hold, Maifhter Captain, be m e fet, dat ifn not the way home. Within.] Help, help, Murder! Help. , Tru. H a ! Here muft be Mifchief. Within there, open the Door in' the King's Name, or I'll force it open. Here, Teague, break down the Door. (Teague takes the Staff, thumps at the Door: Te. Deel tauke him, I have knock fo long as I a m able. Arah, Maifhter, get a great long Ladder to get in the Window of the nrfht Room, and (ho open the Door, and let in your fhelf. Within.) Help, help, help. Tru. Knock harder ; let's raife the Mob. Te. O Maifhter, I have tink juft n ow of a brave Invention to maake dem come out; and be St.Patrick, dat very Bufhi-nefs did maake m y known fhelf and m y Fader run like d'e Devil out of m y nown Hoofe in m y nown Country:- Be me Shoule, fet the Hoofe a fire. Enter the Mob. Mob. What's the matter, Mafter Conftable? _ .Tru. Gentlemen, I command your Affiftance in the Kind's N a m e , to break into the Houfe : There is Murder cry'd within. Mob. Ay, ay, break open the Door. (Mandrake at the Balcony. Man. What Noife is that below ? Te. Arah, vat Noiie ifh dat2 a,b ove ? Man* |
