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Show The Twin-Rivals. 21 Y. W. That's impoffible ; for my Father died of an Apoplexy, and did not fpeak at all. Sub. That's nothing, Sir: He's not the firft dead M a n that I have made to fpeak. Y.W. You're a great Mafter of Speech, I don't queftion, Sir ; and I can allure you, there will be Ten Guineas for every W o r d you extort from him in m y Favour. Sub. O , Sir, that's enough to make your Great Grandfather fpeak. _ Y. W. Come then, I'll carry you to m y Steward; he fhall give you the Names of the Mannors, and the true Titles and Denominations of the Eftate, and then you fhall go to work. [Exeunt. S C E N E changes to the Park. Richmore and Truman meeting. Rich. O, brave Cuz! you're very happy with the Fair, I find. Pray, which of thofe two Ladies you encounter'd ;uft now, has your Adoration? Tru. She that commands by forbidding it: And fince I had courage to declare to her felf, I dare now own it to the World : Aurelia, Sir, is m y Angel. Rich. H a ! [A long Paufe.] Sir, I find you're of every body's Religion; but methinks you make a bold Flight at firft : D o you think your Captain's Pay will ftake againft fo high a Gamefter ? Tru. W h a t do you mean ? • Rich. Mean! blefs me, Sir, mean! You're a M a n of mighty Honour, w e all know. But I'll tell you a Secret. • The thing is publick already. Tru. I fhou'd be proud that all Mankind were acquainted with it; I fhou'd defpife the Paffion that cou'd make m e either afham'd or afraid to o w n it. Rich. Ha, ha, ha: Prithee, dear Captain, no more of thefe Rhodomontado's; you may as foon put a Standing-Army. upon us. I'll tell you another Secret Five hundred Pound is the leaft Penny. Tru. Nay, to my knowledge, fhe has Fifteen hundred: Rich. Nay, to m y knowledge, fhe took Five. Trn. Took Five 1 H o w ? Where ? Rich. In her Lap, in her Lap, Captain ; where fhou'd it be? Tru. I'm atnaz'd! Rich. So a m I; that fhe cou'd be fo unreafibnable Fifteen hundred Pound! 'Sdeath! had fhe that price from you? TVH. 'Sdeath, I meant fhe r Portion. Rub, |