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Show The Twin-Rivals. 4$ Man. That I can, tho' I were to die the next minute after it. Tea. Den, dear Joy, you wou'd be dam the nex minute after dat. E. W. All this is trifling; I muft purge my Houfe of this Neft of Villany at once. HeieTeague, (Whifpers Teague.) go, make hafte. Tea. Dat I can. ( As he runs out, Y. W . flops him. Y. W. Where are you going, Sir? Tea. Only for a Pot of Ale, dear Joy, for you and m y Maifhter, to drink Friends. Y. W. You lie, Sirrah. ( Pujha him back. Tea. Fet, I do fo. E. W. W h a t ! Violence to m y Servant! Nay, then I'll force him a PalTage. ( Draws. Sub. A n AfTault, an AfTault upon the Body of a Peer. Witbi in there! Enter three or four Conft able s, one of 'em with a Black Patch his Eye. They difarm E. W . and fecure Teague. E. W. This Plot was laid for m y Reception. Unhand me, Conftable. Y. W. Have a care, Mr. Conftable, the M a n is mad; he's poflefs'd with an odd Frenfie, that he's m y Brother, and my elder too: So, becaufe 1 wou'd not very willingly refign my Houfe and Eftate, he attempted to murder me. Sub. Gentlemen, take care of that Fellow: He made an AfTault upon m y Body, vi & armis. Tea. Arah, fat is dat wy at armifh f Sub. N o matter, Sirrah; I fhall have you hang'd. Tea. Hang'd ! dat is nothing, dear Joy ; we are us'd to't. E. W. Unhand me, Villains, or by all Tea. Have a caar,dear Maifhter, don't fwear; we fhall be had in the Croon-Ofhfh: You know dere ifh Sharpers about US. (Looking about on them that hold him. Y.W. Mr. Conftable, you know your Directions; away with 'em. E. W. Hold Conft. No, no j force him away, ( They all hurry off, Manent, Y. W . and Mandrake. Y. W. N o w , m y dear Prophetefs, m y Sibyl; by all m y dear • Defires and Ambitions, I do believe you have fpokenthe truth. - - I a m the Elder. Man. No, no, Sir, the Devil a word on't is true. - * wtroout'h,d anso It awmr oanng hmonye fCto WnfocmiaeYnn c,e4 yneoiut hweerr:e bFoorrn, a fbaoigvtueha rtathernerdes |
