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Show 3 The Twin-Rivals. SCENE changes to Mandrake'; Houfe. Mandrake and Maid, Man. W h o is there ? Maid. Madam. Man. Has any MefTage been left for m e to day ? Maid. Yes, M a d a m : Here has been one from m y Lady Stillborn, that defir'd you not to be out of the way, for fhe expected to cry out every minute. Man. H o w ! every minute! Let m e fee (Takes out her Pocket-Book.) Stillborn Ay fhe reckons with ber Husband from the firft of April; and with Sir James, from the firft of March. Ay, fhe's always a Month before her time. (Knocking at the Door.) Go fee who's at the Door Maid. Yes, Madam. ( Exit Maid. Man. Well! certainly there is riot a W o m a n in the World fo willing to oblige Mankind as m y felf; and really I have been fo ever fince the Age of Twelve, as I can remember. I have deliver'das many W o m e n of great Bellies, and helped as many to 'um as any Perfon in England; but m y Watching and Cares have broken m e quite, I a m not the fame W o m an I was forty Years ago. Enter Richmore. Oh, Mr. Richmore I you're a fad Man, a barbarous Man,fo you are. What will become of poor Clelia, Mr. Richmore The poor Creature is fo big with her Misfortunes, that they are not to be born. ( Weeps. Rich. You, Mrs. Mandrake, are the fitteft Perfon in the World to eafe her of 'um. Man. And wo'n't you marry her, Mr. Richmore* Rich. M y Confcience wo'n't allow it; for I have fworri fince, to marry another. Man. And will you break your V o w s to Clelia * Rich. W h y not, when fhe has broke hers to me ? Man. How's that, Sir ? Rich. W h y , fhe fwore a hundred times never to grant me the Favour, and yet,you know, flie broke her Word. Man. But fhe lov'd Mr. Richmore, and that was the reafon ihe forgot her Oath. Rich. And I love M'-. Richmre, and that is the reafon I for-fot mine Why lhou'd fhe be angry that 1 follow her o wn ixanple, Motive ? by doing the very fame thing from the very Mfaanm.e |
