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Show The Twin-Rivals. 57 Te. It ifh "convenient noo by the La*v of Armfh, that I fearch m y Prifhoner, for fear fhe may have fome Pocket- Pifhtols: Dere ifh a Joak for you. (Searches her Pockets. Man. Ah! Don't ufe an old W o m a n fo barbaroufly. Te. Dear Joy, den fy vere you aa old W o m a n ? Dat is your fait, not mine, Joy! Uboo, here ifh noting but fcribble lcrabble Papers, I tink. (Pulls out a handful of Letters. Tru. Let m e fee 'em; they m a y be of ufe (Looks over the letters -For Mr. Richmore.) Ay! Does he trafhck hereabouts ? Aur. That is the Villain that would have abus'd me. Tru. H a ! Then he has abus'd you; Villain indeed ! • LWas his N a m e Richmore, Miftrifs ? A lufty handfome M a n ? Aur. Ay, ay, the* very fame; a lufty, ugly Fellow. Tru. Let m e fee whofe Scrawl is this? (opens a Letter.) Death and Confufion to m y fight; Clelia! M y Bride!-• His W h o r e - I've paft a Precipice unfeen , which to look back upon, fhivers m e with Terror. This Night, this very Moment, had not m y Friend been in Confinement, had not I worn this Drefs, had not Aurelia been in Danger, had not Teague found this Letter, had the leaft minuteft Circumftance been omitted, what a Monfter had I been! Miftrifs, is this fame Richmore in the Houfe ftill think'e? Aur. Tis very probable he may* Tru. Very well. Teague, take thefe Ladies over to the Tavern and ftay there till 1 come to you. Madam, (To Aurelia.) fear no Injury, your Friends are near you. Aur. What does he mean ? \ Te. Come, dear Joy, I vil give you a Pot of Wine, out of your o w n Briberies here. (Hales out Mandrake. Exit Aurelia and Mob. Manet Trueman* Enter Richmore. Rich. Since my Money won't prevail on this crofs Fellow; I'll try what m y Authority can do.- What's the meaning of this Riot, Conftable? I have the Commiffion of the Peace, and can command you. Go about your Bufinefs, and leave your Prifoners with me. Tru. No, Sir; the Prifoners fhall go about their Bufinefs,' and I'll be left with you. Look'e, Mafter, w e don't ufe to make up thefe Matters before Company : So you and I muft be in private a little. You fay, Sir, that you are a Juftice of Peace. Rich. Yes, Sir; I have m y Commiffion in m y Pocket.' Z 2 Tru\ |
