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Show The Twin-Rivals. 27 Y. W. Has he ever fignaliz'd his Courage ? Aid. Often, often, m y Lord; but one day particularly you muft know, his Captain was fo bufie lhipping of a Cargo of Cheefes, that he left m y Son to command in his Place ---Wou'd you believe it, m y Lord ? He charg'd up Cheap-fide in the Front of the Buff-Coats with fuch Bravery ant Courage, that I could not forbear wifhing in the Loyalty of m y Heart, for ten thoufand fuch Officers upon the Rhine A h ! M y Lord, we muft employ fuch Fellows as him, or we fhall never humble the FrenchKing Now, m y Lord, if you cou'd find a convenient time to hint thefe things to the General. Y. W. All the reafon in the World, Mr. Alderman, I'll do you all the Service I can. Aid, You may tell him; he's a M a n of Courage, fit for the Service; and then he loves Hardfhip He fleeps every other Night in the Round-Houfe. Y. W. I'll do you all the Service I can. . Aid. Then, M y Lord, he falutes with his Pike fo very hand-fomely, it went to his Miftrefs's Heart, t'other day Then he beats a D r u m like an Angel. Y. W. Sir, I'll do you all the Service I can (Not taking the leaft Notice of the Alderman all this while, but dreffing himfelf in the Glafs. Aid. But, m y Lord, the hurry of your Lordfhip's Affairs may put m y Bufinefs out of your Head; therefore, m y Lord, I'll prefume to leave you fome Memorandum. Y.W. I'll do you all the Service lean. (Not minding him. Aid. Prav, m y Lord, (Pulling him by the Sleeve.) Give me leave for a Memorandum; rny Glove, I fuppofe will do: Here, m y Lord, Pray remember me (Lays his Glove upon the Table, and Exit, Y. W. I'll do you all the Service I can What, is he gone? 'Tis the moft rude familiar Fellow -Faugh, what a greafic Gauntlet is here (A Purfe drops out of the Glove.) O h ! No, no, the Glove is a clean well made Glove, and the Owner of it; the moft refpectful Perfon I have feen tins Morning, he knows what diftance (Chinking the Purfe.) is due to a M a n of Quality, but what muft 1 do for this ? Fri-fure (To his Palct.) do you remember what the Alderman faid to me? Frif. No, m y Lord, I thought your Lordfhip had. YlW. This Blockhead thinks a M a n of Quality c\\\ mine! wcahfaet. PHeeorpel,e cfaalyl him bawchke,n (tEhxeXiy t d3 oF rfiofmuerte.h)i ngh,e t'tailck 'adn ftohtoihmnecgr- |
