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Show 43 The Twin-Rivals. E. W. I took 'em for two China Jars, upon my word: But heark'e, Friend, art thou content that thefe things fhou'd be as they are ? Con. Content! ay, Sir. E. W. W h y then fhould 1 complain ? (One calls within. ( Within.) Mr. Conftable, here's a W o m a n will force her way upon us: we can't flop her. Con. Knock her down then, knock her down ; let no W o man come up, the Man's mad enough already. Enter Conftance. Con. W h o dares oppofe me ? (Throws him a handful of Moneyi Conftab. Not I truly, Madam. (Gathers up the Money. E.W. My Conftance! my Guardian-Angel here! Then nought can hurt roe. Conftab. Heark'e, Sir, you may fuppofe the Bed to be a Damask Bed for half an hour, if you pleafe. _ Con. No, no, Sir, your Prifoner muft along with me. Conftab. Ay, Faith, the Woman's madder than the Man. Enter Trueman and Teague. E. W. H a ! Trueman too! I'm proud to think that many a Prince has not Lb many true Friends in his Palace, as I have here in Prifon; two fuch • Tea. Tree, be me Shoule. Tru. M y Lord, juft as I heard of your Confinement, I was going to make m y felf a Prifoner. Behold the Fetteis! I had jjuft bought the Wedding-Ring. Con. I hope they are golden Fetters, Captain ! Tru. The/ weigh Four thoufand Pound, Madam, hefides the Purfe, whkh is worth a Million. My Lord, th'S very Evening was I to be marry'd; but the News of your Misfortune has ftopt me : I wou'd not gather Rofes in a wet hour. E. W. Come, the Weather lhall be clear; the thoughts of your good Fortune will make me eafie, more than m y own can do, if pur.hafed by your Difappointment. Tru. D o you think, m y Lord, thar I can go to the Bed of Pleafure whilft you lie in a Hovel. Here, where is this Conftable? How dare you do this, infolent Rafcal ? Conft. Infolent Rafcal! do you know who you fpeak to^ Sir? Tru. Yes, Sirrah, don't I call you by your proper Name?, H o w dare you confine a Peer of the Realm? Conft. Peer of the Realm! you may give good Words tho', I hope. E.IK |
