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Show ^o The Twin-Rivals. provided for his Reception; your Nephew Subtleman has ftopt up all PafTages to the Eftate. Man. Ay, Subtleman is a pretty, thriving, ingenious Boy. Little do you think who is the Father of htm. I'll tell you; Mr. Moabite, the rich Jew, in Lombard-ftreet. Y. W. Moabite the Jew ! Man. You fhall hear, m y Lord; - - One Evening, as I was very grave in m y own Houle, reading the Weekly Preparation : - - Ay, it was the Weekly Preparation, I do remember particularly well.- W h a t hears m e I but pat, pat, pat, very foftly at the Door. Come in, cries I, and prefently enters Mr. Moabite, follow'd by a fnug Chair, the Windows clofe drawn, and in it a fine young Virgin juft upon the point of being deliver'd. We were all in a great iiurly burly for a while, to be lure; but our Production was a fine Boy. I had fifty Guineas for m y trouble; the Lady was wrapt up very warm, plac'd in her Chair, and re-conveigh'd to the place fhe came from. W h o fhe was, or what fhe was, I cou'd never learn, tho' m y Maid faid that the Chair went thro' the Park but the Child was left with me. The Father wou'd have made a Jew on't prefently, but I fwore, if he committed fuch a Barbarity on the Infant, that I wou'd diicover all: So 1 had him brought up a good Chriftian, and bound Prentice to an Attorney. Y. W. Very well! Man. Ah, m y Lord, there's many a pretty Fellow in London that knows as little of their true Father and Mother as he does : I have had fever al fuch Jobbs in m y time; there was one Scotch Nobleman that brought me four in half a year. Y. W. Four! and how were they all provided for? Man. Very handfomely indeed ; they were two Sons and two Daughters, the eldeft Son rides in the firft Troop of Guards, and the other is a very pretty Fellow, and his Father's Valet de Cbambre. Y. W. And what is become of the Daughters, pray? Man. W h y , one of'em is a Manto-maker, and the young-eft has got into the Play-houfe. Ay, ay, m y Lord, let Subtleman alone, I'll warrant, he'll manage your Brother : Adfmylife, here's fomebody coming, 1 wou'd not be feen. Y. W. 'Tis m y Brother, and he'll meet you upon the flairs; *adfo, get into this Clofet till he be gone. [Shuts her into the Clofet. Enter E. Wou'dbe and Subtleman. M y Brother! deareli Brother, welcome! [Runs and embraces E.h iWm.. |