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Show 30 The Twin-Rivals. Te. Fet, dear Joy, 'tis the braveft Plaafe I have fheen in m y Peregrinations, exfhepting m y nown brave Shitty of Ca-rick- Vergm. Uf, uf, dere ifh a very fragrant Shmell hereabouts. Maifhter, fhall I run to that Paifhtry-Cooks for Shix Pennyworths of boifd Beef? E. W. Tho' this Fellow travelfd the World over he would never lofe his Brogue nor his Stomach. Why, you Cormorant, fo hungry andfo early!. Te. Early! Deel tauke me, Maifhter, 'tifh a great deal more than almoft twelve a-Clock. E. W. Thou art never happy unlefs thy Guts be ftuft up to thy Eyes. Te. O h Maifhter, dere ifh a dam way of diftance, and the deel a bit between. Enter Toung Wou'dbe in a Chair, -with four or five Footmen him, and paffes over the Stage. E. W. Hey day - who comes here ? With one, two, three, four, fivd Footmen! Some young Fellow juft tailing the fweet Vanity of Fortune. Run, Teague, inquire who that is. Te. Yes, Maifhter. (Runs to one of the Footmen.) Sir, will you give m y humble Shervilh to your Maifhter, and tell him to fend me word fat N a a m ifh upon him. Foot. You wou'd know fat N a a m ifh upon him ? Te. Yefh, fet would I. Foot. W h y , what are you, Sir? Te. Be m e Shoul I a m a Shentleman bred and born, and dere ifh m y Maifhter. Foot. Then your Mafter would know it ? Te. Arah, you Fool, ifh it not the faam ting ? Foot. Then tell your Mafter 'tis the young Lord Wou'dbe juft come to his Eftate by the Death of his Father and elder Bro- "ieL' (Exit Footman. E.W. What do I hear? Te. You hear that you are dead, Maifhter; fere vil you pleafe to be buried ? - . E. W. But art thou fure it was m y Brother ? Te. Be me fhoul it was him nown felf; I know d him fery well, after his Alan told me. E. W. JheBufmefs requires that I be coiwinc'd with my own Eyes; I'll follow him, and know the bottom on't. 1 Stay here till I return. Te Dear Mailhter, have a care upon vour fhelf: N o w they know you are dead, by m y. Sh.oul. they may k.i ll yoEu.,J K' |