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Show ^ 2 The Twin-Rivals. Enter Servant. Ser. M y Lord ? Y. W. A frefh Battalion of Bottles to reinforce the Ciftern. rAre the Ladies come ? Ser. Half an Hour ago, m y Lord they're below in the Bathing-Chamber. Y. W. Where did you light on 'em? Ser. One in the PafTage at the old Play-houfe, m y Lf rd- I found another very melancholy paring her Nails by Rofa-mond's Pond, and a couple I got at the Chequer Ale-houfe in Holboum; the two laft came to Town Yefterday in a Weft-Country Waggon. Y. IF. Very well, order Baconface to haften Supper and d'ye hear ? And bid the Swifs admit no Stranger without acquainting me (Exit Servant.) N o w Fortune I defie thee, this Night's my own at leaft. (Re-enter Servant. Ser. M y Lord, here's the Conftable below with the black Eye, and he wants to fpeak with your Lordfhip in all hafte. Y.W. Ha! The Conftable ! Shou'd Fortune jilt me now? • bid him come up, I fear fome curfed Chance to thwart me. Enter Trueman in the Con/table's Cloathes. Tru. Ah! M y Lord, here is fad News --your Brother is - Y. W. Got away, made his efcape, I warrant you. Tru. Worfe, worfe, my Lord. Y. W. Worfe, worfe! What can be worfe ? Tru. I dare not fpeak it. Y.W. Death and Hell, Fellow, don t diffract mc. Tru. He's dead. Y.W. Dead! Tru. Pofitivcly. Y. W. Coup de Grace, del gramercy. Tru. Villain, I underftand you. (Afide. Y.W. But how, how, Mr. Conftable? Speak it aloud, kill me with the Relation. Tru. I don't know how, the poor Gentleman was very melancholy upon his Confinement, and fo he dcfir'd me to fend for a Gentlewoman that lives hard by here, may-hap your Worfhip may know her. Y. W.' At the gilt Balcony in the Square ? Tru. The very fame, a fmart W o m a n truly 1 went for her m y felf, but fhe was otherwife engag'd, not fhe truly, fhe wou'd not come Wou'd you believejt, my Lord, at hearing of this the poor M a n was like to drop down dead. • Y.W. |