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Show 40 The Conftant Couple. Stand. 'Tis ten to one whether I fhall or no: They have dcceiv'd me already. Wild. That's hard.' But fome means I fhall devife for your fatisfaction. We muft fly this Place, elfe that clufter cf Mobb will overwhelm us. (Exeunt Enter Mobb, Tom Errand's Wife hurrying in Clincher fenior, in Errand's- Cloaths. Wife. O , the Villain, the Rogue, he has murder'd m y Huf-band : Ah, m y poor Timothy! (Crying- Gin. D e m your Timothy; your Husband has murder'd me, W o m a n ; for he has carry'd away m y fine Jubilee Cloaths. Wife. Ah, you Cut-Throat, have you not got his Cloaths upon your Back there ? -- Neighbours, don't you know poor Timothy's Coat and Apron ? Mobb. Ay, ay, 'tis the fame. Firft Mobb. What fhall we do with him, Neighbours? Second Mobb. We'll pull him in pieces. Firft Mobb. No, no ; then w e may be hang'd for Murder: but we'll drown him. Clin. Ah, good People, pray don't drown me; for I never learnt to fwim in all m y Life. Ah, this plaguy Intriguing I Mobb. Away with him, away with him to the Thames. Gin. O h , if I had but m y Swimming Girdle now. Enter Conftable. Grnft. Hold, Neighbours, I command the J?eace. Wife. O , Mr. Conftable, here's a Rogue that has murder'd m y Husband, and robb'd him of his Cloaths. Gmft. Murder and Robbery ! then he muft be a Gentleman. Hands off there; he muft not be abus'd. Give an Account of your felf: Are you a Gentleman ? Clin. No, Sir, I a m a Beau. Conft. Then you have kill'd no body, I'm perfuaded. How came you by thefe Cloaths, Sir ? Gin. You muft know, Sir, that walking along, Sir, 1 don't know how, Sir; I cant tell where, Sir; and fo the Porter and I chang'd Cloaths, Sir. Conft. Very well, the M a n fpeaks Reafon, and like a Gentleman. Wife. But pray, Mr. Conftable, ask him how he chang'd Cloaths with him. Conft. Silence, W o m a n , and don't difturb the Court. -' Well, Sir, how did you change Cloaths ? Gin. W h y , Sir, he pull'd of m y Coat, and I drew off his; So I put on his Coat, and he puts on mine. |