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Show The Twin-Rivals. 59 Rich. What I Tru. Dog. [Strikes him. Rich. H a ! ftruck by a Peafant! [Draws.] Slave, thy Death is certain. [Runs at Trueman. Tru. O brave D o n John, Rape and Murder in one Night! [Difarms him. Rich. Rafcal, return m y Sword, and acquit your Prifoners, elfe will I profecute thee to Beggary. I'll give fome Pettyfog-ger a Thoufand Pound to ftarve thee, and thy Family, according to Law. Tru. I'll lay you a Thoufand Pound you wo'n't. [Difcovering himfelf. Rich. Ghofts and Apparitions ! Trueman I Tru. Words are needlefs to upbraid you: m y very Looks are fufficient; and if you have the leaft fenfe of Shame, this Sword wou'd be lefs painful in your Heart, than m y Appearance is in your Eye. Rich. Truth, by Heavens. Tru. Think on the Contents of this, [Shewing the Letter.] think next on m e ; reflect upon your Villainy to Aurelia, then view thy felf. Rich. Trueman, canft thou forgive m e ? Tru. Forgive thee! [A long Pauje.] D o one thing, and I will. Rich. A n y thing: I'll beg thy pardon. Tru. The Blow excufes that. Rich. I'll give thee half m y Eftate. Tru. Mercenary. Rich. I'll make thee m y fole Heir. Tru. I defpife it. Rich. What (hall I do? Tru. You fhall marry Gelia. Rich. H o w ! that's too hard. Tru. Too hard! why, was it then impos'd on me ? If you marry her your felf, I fhall believe you intended m e no injury ; fo your Behaviour will be juftified, m y Refentment ap-peas'd, and the Lady's Honour repair'd. Rich. Tis infamous. Tru. N o , by Heavens, tis Juftice, and what is juft is honourable ; if Promifes from M a n to M a n have Force, why not from M a n to W o m a n ? Their very Weaknefs is the Charter of their Power, and they fhou'd not be mjur'd, becaufe they can't return it. Rich. Return m y Sword. Tru. In m y Hand 'tis the Sword oot part with it. Z 3 of Juftice, and I fhf„oa.ub, .d |