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never injured you. The base suggestion comes from Stukely: I see him and his aims. Bev. What aims? I’ll not conceal it—’twas Stukely that accused you. Dew. To rid him of an enemy—Perhaps of twoHe fears discovery, and frames a tale of falsehood, to ground revenge and murder.on. Bev. I must have proof of this. Lew. Wait till to-morrow then. Bev. I will. Lew. Good night—I go to serve you—Forget what’s past, as I do; and cheer your family with smiles—To-morrow may confirm them, and make all happy. [Exit, Bev. [Pausing.] How vile and how absurd is man! His boasted honour is but another name for pride, which easier bears the consciousness of guilt, than the world’s just reproofs. But 'tis the fashion of the times; and in defence of falsehood and false honour, men die martyrs. I knew not that my nature was so bad. - [Stands musing,

Enter BATEs and JAR vis.

Jar. This way the noise was; and yonder's my poor master.

Bates. I heard him at high words with Lewson.

Jar. I heard him too. Misfortunes vex him. Bates. Go to him, and lead him home.—I’ll not be seen by him. [Exit.

Bev. [Starting.] What fellow's that? [Seeing JARvis.] Art thou a murderer, friend? Come, lead the way—I have a hand as mischievous as thine; a heart as desperate too—Jarvis! to bed, old man—the cold will chill thee. : Jar. Why are you wandering at this late hour? Your sword drawn too 2 For Heaven's sake sheathe it, sir—the sight distracts me...

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Bev. Whose voice was that ? [Wildly. Jar. 'Twas mine, sir: Let me entreat you to give the sword to me. Bev. Ay, take it—quickly take it—Perhaps I am not so cursed, but Heaven may have sent thee at this moment to snatch me from perdition. Jar. Then I am blessed. Bev. Continue so, and leave me—my sorrows are contagious. No one is blessed that's near me. Jar. I came to seek you, sir. Bev. And now thou hast found me, leave me– My thoughts are wild, and will not be disturbed. Jar. Such thoughts are best disturbed. Bev. I tell thee that they will not who sent thee hither ? Jar. My weeping mistress! Alas, sir, forget your griefs, and let me lead you to her! The streets are dangerous. Bev. Be wise, and leave me then. The night’s black horrors are suited to my thoughts—These stones shall be my resting-place. [Lies down.] Here shall my soul brood o'er its miseries; till, with the fiends of hell, and guilty of the earth, I start and tremble at the morning's light. Jar. For pity’s sake, sir!—Upon my knees I beg you to quit this place, and these sad thoughts. Let patience, not despair, possess you—Rise, I beseech you—There's not a moment of your absence that my poor mistress does not groan for. Bev. Have I undone her, and is she still so kind? [Starting up.] It is too much—My brain can’t hold it.—Oh, Jarvis, how desperate is that wretch's state, which only death or madness can relieve Jar. Appease his mind, good Heaven, and give him resignation! Alas, sir! could beings in the other world perceive the events of this, how would your parents’ blessed spirits grieve for you, even in Heaven! —Let me conjure you, by their honoured memories —by the sweet innocence of your yet helpless child, and by the ceaseless sorrows of my poor mistress, to rouse your manhood, and struggle with these griefs!

Bev. Thou virtuous, good old man! Thy tears, and thy entreaties have reached my heart, through all its raiser leS.

Jar. Be but resign'd, sir, and happiness may yet be yours-Hark! I hear voices—Come this way: we may reach home unnoticed. *

Bev. Well, lead me then—unnoticed didst thou say ? Alas! I dread no looks, but of those wretches I have made at home. [Ereunt,

Scene. III.

STUKELY's Lodgings.

Enter STUKELY and DAwson.

Stuke. Come hither, Dawson; my limbs are on the rack, and my soul shivers in me, till this might's business be complete.—Tell me thy thoughts; is , Bates determined, or does he waver? ; : Daw. At first he seemed irresolute!—wished the employment had been mine; and muttered curses on his coward hand, that trembled at the deed. Stuke. And did he leave you so : . Daw. No ; we walked together, and, sheltered by the darkness, saw Beverley and Lewson, in warm debate; but soon they cooled, and then I left them, to hasten hither; but not till 'twas resolved Lews0% should die. Stuke. Thy words have given me life.—That quarrel too was fortunate; for, if my hopes deceive me not, it promises a grave to Beverley. Daw. You misconceive me—Lewson and he were friends. Stuke. But my prolific brain shall make them enemies. If Lewson falls he falls by Beverley—Ask me no question, but do as I direct. This writ, [Takes out a Pocket-book.] for some days past I have treasured here, till a convenient time called for its use— That time is come; take it, and give it to an officer —It must be served this instant. [Gives a Paper. Daw. On Beverley ! Stuke. Look at it.—It is for the sums that I have lent him. Daw. Must he to prison then 2 Stuke. I ask obedience, not replies. This night a gaol must be his lodging. 'Tis probable he's not gone home yet.—Wait at his door, and see it executed. Daw. Upon a beggar !—He has no means of payment. Stuke. Dull and insensible —If Lewson dies, who was it killed him : Why, he that was seen quarrelling with him: and I, that knew of o intents, arrested him in friendship—A little late, perhaps; but ’twas a virtuous act, and men will thank me for it. Now, sir, you understand me? Daw. Most perfectly; and will about it. Stuke. Haste, then; and when 'tis done, come back, and tell me. Daw. Till then, farewell. [Exit. Stuke. Now tell thy tale, fond wife! And, Lewson, if again thou canst insult me,

Not avarice now, but vengeance, fires my breast, And one short hour must make me cursed or o: [Exit. ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

STUKELY's Lodgings.

Enter STUKELY, BATEs, and Dawson,

Bates. Poor Lewson-But I told you enough last night. The thought of him is horrible to me. Stuke. In the street, did you say? and no one near him : Bates. By his own door; he was leading me to his house, I pretended business with him, and stabbed him to the heart, while he was reaching at the bell. Stuke. And did he fall so suddenly:

Bates. The repetition pleases you, Isee—I told you he fell without a groan.

Stuke. What heard you of him this morning? Bates. That the watch found him in their rounds, and alarmed the servants. I mingled with the crowd just now, and saw him dead in his own house.—The sight terrified me. - Stuke. Away with terrors, till his ghost rise, and accuse us. We have no living enemy to fear, unless 'tis Beverley; and him we have lodged safe in prison, Bates. Must he be murdered too : Stuke. No; I have a scheme to make the law his murderer. At what hour did Lewson fall? . -Bates. The clock struck twelve as I turned to

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