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Show The Twin-Rivals. 15 time. (Enter Jack with the Brandy -Bottle.) Here, Boy, this Glafs is too big, carry it away, I'll take a Sup out of the Bottle. Y. W. Right, M a d a m And m y Bufinefs being very urgent In three words, 'tis this- Man. Hold, Sir, till I take Advice of m y Council. [Drinks."] There is nothing more comfortable to a poor Creature, and fitter to revive wafting Spirits, than a little plain Brandy : I an't for your hot Spirits, your Rofa Solis, your Ratafia's, your Orange-Waters, and the like A moderate Glafs of cool Wants is the beft thing Y. W. But to our Bufinefs, M a d a m My Father is dead, and I have a mind to inherit his Eftate. Man. You put the cafe very well. Y. W. One of two things I muft chufe Either to be a Lord or a Beggar. Man. Be a Lord to chufe -Tho' I have known fome that have chofen both. Y. W. I have a Brother that I love very well; but fince one of us muft want, I had rather he fhould ftarve than I. Man. Upon m y Confcience, dear Heart, you're in the right on't. Y. W. N o w your Advice upon thefe Heads. Man. They be Matters of Weight, and I muft confider, [Drinks.'] Is there a Will in theCale? Y. W. There is; which excludes me from every Foot of the Eftate. Man. That's bad Where's your Brother ? Y. W. He's now in Germany, in his way to England, and is expected very foon. Man. How foon ? Y. W. In a Month, or lefs. Man. O ho! A Month is a great while; our Bufinefs muft be done in an hour or two • We muft (Drinks.) Suppofe your Brother to be dead: nay, he fhall be actually dead and m y Lord, m y humble Service t'ye Y. W. O, Madam, I'm your Ladyfhip's moft devoted - Make your words good, and I'll Man. Say no more, Sir; you fhall have it, you fhall have it. Y. W. Ay, but how, dear Mrs. Mandrake ? Man. Mrs. Mandrake I Is that all ? Why not Mothers, Aunt, Grandmother? Sir, I have done more for you this Moment, than all the Relations you have in the World. Y.W. |