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14432, 1, 11.5

(FEB 18 1915)

LIERARY/
C. E. PARKHAN FUND

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BARVARD COLLAR

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ERRATA.
P. 13--for thy,-read my,
P. 16–for seen you,-read you seci.
P. 22-At the bottom, read
Well. Call me what you will; .

I am your nephew, sirg--your sister's son.

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Printed by S, GOSNELL, Little Queen Strçet, London.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Lord LOVELL,
Sir GILES OVERREACH,
WellBORN,
ALLWORTH, -
WILLDO,
Justice GREEDY,
MARRALL,
Vintner,
Tailor, -
TAPWELLY--
ORDER, -
FURNACE,
AMBLE,
WATCHALL,

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Mr. EGERTON, Mr. KEMBLE. Mr. C. KEMBLE, Mr. HAMERTON. Mr. LAMBERT, Mr. SIMMONS, Mr. MUNDEN, Mr. TRUMAN, Mr. Bishop. Mr. KING. Mr. DAVENPORT. Mr. ATKINS, Mr. Treby. Mr. FỊELD

Lady ALLWORTH, MARGARET, ABIGAIL,

TABITHА, · FROTH, —

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Musicians-CreditorsSir Giles's Servants, Scenesin Nottinghamshire.

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NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS.

ACT 1.
SCENE 1.

A Village.
Enter WELLBORN, Tapwell, and Froth, from an"

Alehouse..
Well. No credit ? nor no liquor ?

Tap. Not a suck, sir;
Not the remainder of a single can,
Left by a drunken porter.
Froth. Not the dropping of the tap for your morn-

ing's draught, sir : ;
T is verity, I assure you..

Well. Verity, you brach!
The devil turn'd precisian ?-Rogue, what am I?

Tap. Troth! durst I trust you with a looking-glass, To let you see your trim shape, you would quit me, And take the name yourself.

Well. How? dog !--[Raising his Cudgel.]:

Tap. Advance your Plymouth cloak,
There dwells, and within call, if it please your wor.

ship,
A potent monarch, call'd the constable,
That does command a citadel, call’d the stocks;
Such as with great dexterity will hale
. Your threadbare, tatter'd

Well. Rascal ! slave!.
Froth No rage, sir.'

Tap. At his own peril: Do not put yourself ! In too much heat, there being no wa

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