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The twin-rivals; A comedy.  As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane by her Majesty's servants

The twin-rivals; A comedy. As it is acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane by her Majesty's servants

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1736 Excerpt: ...the deel a bit between..; Ejiter Young Wou'dbe in a Chair, witb four or five Tootmen before him, and passes O'eer the Stage. E. W. Hey-dayt who comes here? With one two, three, four, sive Footmen! Some young Fellow just tasting the sweet Vanity of Fortune. Run, Teague, inquire who that is. Tea. Yes, Maishter. Runs to one of the Footmen.. Sir, will you give my humble Shervice to your Mailhier, and tell him to send me word sat Naam ish upon him? Foot. You wou'd know fat Naam ish upon him? Tea. Yesh, set wou'd I. Foot. Why, what are you, Sir? Tea. Be me Shoul, I am a Shentleman bred and born, and dere ish my Maishter. Foot. Then your Master would know it?'. /.,„ Tea. Arah, you Fool, ish it not the saam ting?" Foot. Then tell your Master 'tis the young Lord Woudbe, just come to his Estate by the Death of his Father and elder Brother.. Exit Faotmau. E. W. What do I hear? Tea. You hear that you are dead, Maishter; sere you please to be buried? _.. E. W. But art thou sure it was my Brother? Tea. Be me Shoul it was him nown self; I know'd him very well, after his Man told me. E. W. The Business requires that I be convinc'd with my own Eyes; I'll follow him, and know the bottom cn't Stay here till I return. Tea. Dear Maishter, have a care upon your shelf: Now they know you are dead, by my shoul they may kill you, E. W.;E. W. Don't sear; none of his Servants know me, and I'll take care to keep my Face from his Sighs. It concerns me to conceal myself," till I know the Engines of this Contrivance. Be sure you stay till I come to you; and let no body know whom you be. long to. Exit. Tea. Oh, ho, hone, poor Teague is left alone. SiIs on the Port-Manteau. Enter Subtleman and Steward. Sub. And you won't swear to the Will? Stew. My Conscience tells me I dare...