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Show 3 8 The Twin-Rivals. Aur. Strange I [This while Conftance and Wou'dbe a? tertain one another in dumbfhow. Tru. Miraculous! Aur. I cou'd never have believ'd it. Tru. Nor I, as I hope to be fav'd. Aur. Ill Manners! Tru. Worfe. Aur. H o w have I deferv'd it, Sir ? Tru. H o w have I deferv'd it, Madam ? Aur. What? * Tru. You. Aur. Riddles! Tru. W o m e n ! My Lord, you'll hear of me at White's. Farewel. [Runs off. E. W. What, Trueman gone I Aur. Yes. [Walks about in diforder. Con. Blefs m e ! what's the matter, Coufin? Aur. Nothing. Con. W h y are you uneafie ? Aur. Nothing. Con. What ails you then ? Aur. Nothing: I don t love the Fellow, • • yet to be affronted, - I can't bear it. [Burfts out a crying, and runs off. Con. Your Friend, m y Lord, has affronted Aurelia. E. W. Impoflible! His regard to m e were fufficient Security for his good behaviour here, tho' it were in his Nature to be rude elfewhere. •-- She has certainly us'd him ill. Con. Too well rather. E. W. Too well! have a care M a d a m ; that, with fome Men, is the greateft provocation to a Slight, > Con. Don't mittake, m y Lord, htr Ufage never went farther than mine to you ; and I fhould take it very ill to be abus'd for it. B.W. I'll follow him, and know the caufe of it. Con. N o , m y Lord, we'll follow her, and know it: Be-fides, your o w n Affairs with your Brother require you at pre-fent [Exeunt. ACT |