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drowning wretch, reached out his hand, and perished with him. Stuke. Have better thoughts. * Bev. Whence are they to proceed; I have nothing left. Stuke. [Sighing.] Then we’re indeed undone What! nothing? No moveables, nor useless trinkets! —Baubles locked up in caskets, to starve their owners ? I have ventured deeply for you. Bev. Therefore this heart-ache; for I am lost beyond all hope. Stuke. No ; means may be found to save us.-Jarvis is rich—Who made him so 2 This is no time for ceremony. Bev. And is it for dishonesty? The good old man! Shall I rob him too : My friend would grieve for’t.— No ; let the little that he has buy food and clothing for him. Stuke. Good morning then. [Going. Bev. So hasty why, then, good morning. Stuke. And when we meet again, upbraid me—Say it was I that tempted you—Tell Lewson so, and tell him, I have wronged you—He has suspicions of me, and will thank you. Bev. No ; we have been companions in a rash voyage, and the same storm has wrecked us both: Mine shall be self-upbraidings. Stuke. And will they feed us? You deal unkindly by me. I have sold and borrowed for you while land or credit lasted; and now, when fortune should be tried, and my heart whispers me success, I am deserted—turned loose to beggary, while you have. hoards. Bev. What hoards: Name them, and take them : Stuke. Jewels. Bev. And shall this thriftless hand seize them too? My poor, poor wife Must she lose all? I would not wound her se, -
Stuke. Nor I, but from necessity. One effort more, and fortune may grew kind.—I have unusual hopes. Bev. Think of some other means then. Stuke. I have, and you rejected them. Bev, Pr’ythee let me be a man. Stuke. Ay, and your friend a poor one—But I have done: And for these trinkets of a woman, why, let her keep them, to deck out pride with, and show a laughing world that she has finery to starve in. Bev, No; she shall yield up all—My friend demands it. But need we have talked lightly of her 2 The jewels that she values are truth and innocence— Those will adorn her ever; and, for the rest, she wore them for a husband’s pride, and to his wants will give them. Alas! you know her not.—Where shall we meet 2 Stuke. No matter; I have changed my mind— Leave me to a prison; 'tis the reward of friendship. Bev, Perish mankind first!—Leave you to a prison! No! fallen as you see me, I’m not that wretch: Nor would I change this heart, o'ercharged as 'tis with folly and misfortune, for one most prudent and most happy, if callous to a friend's distresses. Stuke. You are too warm. Bev. In such a cause, not to be warm is to be frozen. Farewell—I’ll meet you at your lodgings. Stuke. Reflect a little.—The jewels may be lost— Better not hazard them—I was too pressing. Bev. And I ungrateful. Reflection takes up time -I have no leisure for’t—Within an hour expect me. [Exit. Stuke. The thoughtless, shallow prodigall. We shall have sport at night, then—but hold—The jewels are not ours yet—The lady may refuse them—The husband may relent too—'Tis more than probable—I’ll write a note to Beverley, and the contents shall spur. him to demand them—But am I grown this rogue through avarice? No; I have warmer motives, love C
and revenge–Ruin the husband, and the wife's vir. tue may be bid for.
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Enter BEveRLEY and CHARLoTTE.
Char. Your looks are changed too;-there's wildness in them. My wretched sister How will it grieve her to see you thus! Bev. No, no; a little rest will ease me. And for your Lewson's kindness to her it has my thanks; I have no more to give him. Char. Yes; a sister and her fortune. I trifle with him, and he complains—My looks, he says, are cold upon him. He thinks too Bev, That I have lost your fortune–He dares not think so. Char. Nor does he-you are too quick at guessing —He cares not if you had. That care is mine—s lent it you to husband, and now I claim it. Bev, You have suspicions then
Char. Cure them, and give it me. Bev. To stop a sister’s chidings? Char. To vindicate her brother. Bev. How if he needs no vindication ? Char, I would fain hope so. Bev, Ay, would and cannot—Leave it to time, then; 'twill satisfy all doubts. -Char. Mine are already satisfied. Bev. 'Tis well. And when the subject is renewed, speak to me like a sister, and I will answer like a brother. Char. To tell me I’m a beggar.—Why, tell it now. I, that can bear the ruin of those dearer to me—the ruin of a sister and her infant, can bear that too. Bev. No more of this—you wring my heart. Char. Unthinking rioter!—whose home was heaven to him an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crown'd his days with blessings.-How he has lost this heaven, to league with devils' Bev. Forbear, I say; reproaches come too late;— they search, but cure not. And, for the fortune you demand, we'll talk to-morrow on't—our tempers may be milder. Char. Or, if 'tis gone, why, farewell all. But I’ll upbraid no more. What Heaven permits, perhaps it may ordain—Yet, that the husband, father, brother, should be its instruments of vengeance —"Tis grievous to know that! Bev. If you’re my sister, spare the remembranceit wounds too deeply. To-morrow shall clear all; and when the worst is known, it may be better than your fears. Comfort my wife; and for the pains of absence I’ll make atonement. Char. She comes —Look cheerfully upon her— Affections such as hers are prying, and lend those eyes that read the soul,
Enter MRs BEVERLEY and LEwson.
Mrs Bev. My life Bev. My love how fares it? I have been a truant husband. Mrs Bev. But we meet now, and that heals all– Doubts and alarms I have had; but in this dear embrace I bury and forget them. My friend here, [Pointing to LEwson.] has been indeed a friend. Charlotte, 'tis you must thank him: your brother’s thanks and mine are of too little value. Bev. Yet what we have we’ll pay. I thank you, sir, and am obliged. I would say more, but that your goodness to the wife upbraids the husband's follies. Had I been wise, she had not trespassed on your bounty. Lew. Nor has she trespassed. The little I have done acceptance overpays. Char. So friendship thinks Mrs Bev. And doubles obligations by striving to conceal them—We’ll talk another time on't—You are too thoughtful, love. f Bev. No, I have reason for these thoughts. Char. And hatred for the cause—"Would you had that too ! Bev. I have The cause was avarice. Char. And who the tempter? Bev. A ruined friend—ruined by too much kindIneSS. Lew. Ay, worse than ruined; stabbed in his fame, mortally stabbed—riches can’t cure him. Bev. Or, if they could, those I have drained him of. Something of this he hinted in the morning—that Lewson had suspicions of him—Why these suspicions : [Angrily. Lew. At school we knew this Stukely. A cunning, plodding boy he was, sordid and cruel, slow at his