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Show 62 The Twin-Rivals. t Feather d with Title, the gay lordly Dart Flies proudly on , whilfl every Virgin's Heart Swells with Ambition to receive the Smart. Enter Elder Wou'dbe behind him. E. W. Thus to adorn Dramatick Story, Stage-Hero (huts in borrow'd Glory, Proud and Augu/l as ever Man faw, And ends his Empire in a Stanza. [Slaps him on theShouIder. Y.W. Ha! my Brother! E. W. No, perfidious M a n ; all Kindred and Relation I difown : The poor Attempts upon m y Fortune I cou'd pardon, but thy bafe Defigns upon m y Love I never can forgive; »-^-my Honour, Biith-right, Riches, All! cou'd more freely Jparc, than the leaft thought of thy prevailing here. Y. W. H o w ! m y Hopes decdv'd ! curs'd be the fair Delu-fions of her Sex; wlilft only M a n oppos'd m y Cunning, I flood fecure ; but foon as W o m a n interpos'd, Luck.chang'd hands, and the Devil was immediately on her fide. Well, Sir, much good may do you with your Miftiefs, and may you love, and live, and ftarve together. [Going. E. W. Hold, Sir, 1 was lately your Prifoner, now you are mine; when the Ejectment is executed, you (hall be at liberty. Y . W . Ejectment! E. W. Ye?, Sir, by this time, I hope, m y Friends have purg'd m y Father's Houfe of that debauch'd and riotous Swarm that you had hiv'd together. Y. W. Coi fufion, Sir, let m e pafs;- I a m the elder, and will be obey'd. [Draws. E. W. Dar'ft thou difpute the Ekkrfhip fo nobly? Y. W. I dare, ai d will, to the laft drop of m v inveterate Blood; - - [They fight. Enter Trueman and Teague. Trueman flrikes down their Swords. Tru. Hold, hold, my Lord, I have brought thofe fhall foon decide the Controverfie. Y. W. If 1 miflake r.ot, that is the Villain that decoy'd me abroad. [Runs at Trueman, Teague catches his Arm behind, and takes away his Sword. Tea. Ay, be m e Shoule, thifh ifh thebefht Guard upon the ]RuIcs of Fighting, to catch a M a n behind his Back. |