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5 £ The ] o y I al Crew:
Enter Sentwell.
O Matter Sentwell I good News !
Sent. Of Beggarly News, the beft you have heard.
Cta. That is to fay, you have found my Neice among the
Beggars ; that is to fay
Sent. True, Sir, I found her among them. And they were
contriving to a& a Play among chemfelves, juft as we furpriz'd
'em, and fpoii'd their Sport.
Cla. A Play ! are there Players among 'em. Ptl pay them a-
bove all the reft.
Enter Randal.
Rand. Sir, my Matter , Mr. Oldrents , and his Friend
Mr. Hearty, are come to wait upon you, and are impatient to
behold the Mirrour of Juftices ; and if you come not at once,
twice, thrice! he's gone.
Cla. Good Fn'end, I will fatisfy your Matter, without tel-
ling him — he has a fancy Knave to his Man. [Exit Clack,
Rand. Thank your Worfhip.
Sent. Do you hear, Friend, you ferve Matter Oldrents.
Rand. I cou'd ha' told you that.
Sent. Your Name is Randal.
Rand. Are you fo wife ?
Sent. Ay; and the two young Ladies, your Matter's Daugh-
ters, with their Lovers, are hard by, at my Houfe. They di-
rected me to rind you, Randal, and bring you to 'em.
Rand. Whaw, whaw, whaw, whaw! Why do we net
go then?
Sent. But fecretly, not a Word to any Body, for a Reafon
I'll tell you.
Rand. Mum.' —
A I R XLIV. There was a bonny Blade.
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"The great eft Skill in Life,
For avoiding Noife and Strife,
Is to know when a Man jhou'd be Dumb, dumb, dumb.
When a Knave to gain his End, .
Sifts you to betray your Friend,
Let your Anfwer be only, Mum, mum, mum. IVou'd