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Show (O ^^^^^^^M 55^^™v^ft^^BB»S^^^H^^^* f^M^^^^^^^l T HE Twin- A C T I. SCENE, Lodgings. The Curtain drawn up, difcovers Tottng Wou'd be a dr effing, his Valet buckling bis Shoes. Y. Wou'dbe. is dreff, I cou'd bear it. E R E is fuch a Plague every Mor* ning with buckling Shoes, gartering, combing, and powdering, Pfhaw! Ceafe thy Impertinence, I'll drefs no more to day - Were 1 an honeft Brute, that rifes from his Litter, fliakes himfelf, and fo Enter Richmore. Rich. N o further yet, Wou'dbe! 'Tis almoft One. Y. W. Then blame the Clock-makers, they made it fo; the Sun has neither Fore nor Afternoon • Prithee, what have w e to do with Time ? Can't w e let it alone as Nature made it ? Can't a M a n eat when he's hungry, go to Bed when he's fleepy, rife when he wakes, drefs when he pleafcs, without the Confinement of Hours to enflave him ? Rich. Pardon me, Sir, I underftand your Stoicifm - Y o u have loft your Money laft Nightu • . Y.W. |