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Show The Twin-Rivals. 53 Y. W. Then he was but likely to drop dead ? Tru. Wou'd it were no more. Then I left him, and coming about two Hours after, \ found him hang'd in his Sword- Beit. Y.IV. Hang'd! Tru. Dangling. Y. W. Le Coup declatJ Done like the nobleft Roman of 'em all; but are you fure he's paft all Recovery ? Did you fend for no Surgeon to bleed him ? Tru. N o , m y Lord, I forgot that but I'll fend immediately. Y. W. N o , no, Mr. Conftable, 'tis too late now, too late and the Lady wou'd not come, you fay. Tru. Not a ftep wou'd fhe ftir. Y.W. Inhumane! barbarous! dear, delicious W o man, thou now art mine Where is the Body, Mr. Conftable, I muft fee it. Tru. By all means, m y Lord, it lies in m y Parlour; there's a power of Company come in, and among the reft one, one, one Trueman I think they call him, a devilifh hot Fellow, he had like to have pull'd the Houfe down about our Ears, and fwears 1 told him he fhould pay for his fwearing he gave me a flap in the Face, faid he was in the Army, and had a Commiffion for't. Y. W. Capt. Trueman i A bluftering kind of Rakehelly Officer. Tru. Ay, m y Lord, one of thofe Scoundrels that we pay Wages to for being knockt o'th' head for us. Y. W. Ay, ay, one of thofe Fools that have only Brain* to be knock'd out. Tru. Son of a WThore. (Afide.) He's a plaguy impudent Fellow, m y Lord; he fwore that you were the greateft Yil-lain upon the Earth. Y. W. Ay, ay; but he dur^ft not fay that to m y Face, Mr. Conftable. Tru. No, no, hang him, he faid it behind your back, to be fure and he fwore moreover. Have a care, m y Lord, he fwrore that he wou'd cut your Throat whenever he met you. Y. W. Will you fwear that you heard him fay fo ? Tru. Heard him! Ay, as plainly as you hear me: He fpoke the very words that I fpeak to your Lordfhip. Y. W. Well, well, I'll manage him.- But now I think on't, I won't go fee the Body; it will but encreale. m y Grief. «--Mr. Conftable, do you fend for the Coroner: They mfuinfdt |
