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leave him—"Twas a melancholy bell, I thought, ringing for his death. Stuke. The time was lucky for us—Beverley was arrested at one, you say? [To DAwson. Daw. Exactly. Stuke. Good. We'll talk of this presently. The women were with him, I think 2 Daw. And old Jarvis. I would have told you of them last night, but your thoughts were too busy.— *Tis well you have a heart of stone; the tale would melt it else. Stuke. Out with it, then. Daw. I traced him to his lodgings; and, pretending pity for his misfortunes, kept the door open while the officers seized him. 'Twas a damned deed!—but no matter—I followed my instructions. Stuke. And what said he Daw. He upbraided me with treachery, called you a villain, acknowledged the sums you had lent him, and submitted to his fortune. Stuke. And the women Daw. For a few minutes astonishment kept them silent. They looked wildly at one another, while the tears streamed down their cheeks. But rage and fury soon gave them words; and then, in the very bitterness of despair, they cursed me, and the monster that had employed me. Stuke. And you bore it with philosophy? Daw. Till the scene changed, and #. I melted. I ordered the officers to take away their prisoner. The women shrieked, and would have followed him; but we forbade them... 'Twas then they fell upon their knees, the wife fainted, the sister raving, and both, with all the eloquence of misery, endeavouring to soften us... I never felt compassion till that moment; and, had the officers been moved like me, we had left the business undone, and fled with curses on ourselves. But their hearts were steeled by custom. The sighs of beauty, and the pangs of affection, were beneath their pity. They tore him from their arms, and lodged him in prison, with only Jarvis to comfort him. - - Stuke. There let him lie, till we have farther business with him—You saw him quarrelling with Lewson in the street, last night? [To BATEs.] Bates. I did : his steward, Jarvis, saw him too. Stuke. And shall attest it; here’s matter to work upon—An unwilling evidence carries weight with him—Something of my design I have hinted tyou before—Beverley must be the author of this murder; and we the parties to convict him—But how to proceed will require time and thought—Come along with me—the room within is fitted for privacy—But no compassion, sir! [To DAwson.] We want leisure for’t. This way. [Ezeant,

SCENE II.
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BEveRLEY’s Lodgings.

Enter MRS BEvERLEY and CHARLoTTE.

Mrs Bev. No news of Lewson yet? Char. None. He went out early, and knows not what has happened. Mrs Bev. The clock strikes eight—I’ll wait no longer. Char, Stay but till Jarvis comes. He has sent twice to stop us till we see him. Mrs Bev. Oh, what a night was last night! I would not pass another such to purchase worlds by it—My poor Beverley too ! What must he have felt? I wanted love for him, or they had not forced him from me.—They should have parted soul and body first—I was too tame.

Char. You must not talk so.-All that we could we did: and Jarvis did the rest—The faithful creature will give him comfort. See where he comes — His looks are cheerful too ! -

Enter JARVIs.

Mrs Bev. Are tears then cheerful! Alas, he weeps! Speak to him, Charlotte, I have no tongue to ask him questions. Char. How does your master, Jarvis 2 Jar. I am old and foolish, madam; and tears will come before my words—But don't you weep; [To Mrs Beverley.] I have a tale of joy for you. Mrs Bev. Say but he's well, and I have joy enough. Jar. All shall be well—I have news for him, that will make his poor heart bound again—Fie upon old age —How childish it makes me !—I have a tale of joy for you, and my tears drown it. Mrs Bev. What is it, Jarvis 2 Jar. Yet why should I rejoice when a good man dies? Your uncle, madam, died yesterday. Mrs Bev, My uncle!—Oh, Heavens ! Char. How heard you of his death 2 Jar. His steward came express, madam–I met him in the street, enquiring for your lodgings—I should not rejoice, perhaps—but he was old, and my poor master a prisoner–Now he shall live again— Oh, 'tis a brave fortune! and, 'twas death to me to see him a prisoner. Char. How did he pass the night, Jarvis 2 Jar. Like a man dreaming of death and horrorsWhen they led him to his cell, he flung himself upon a wretched bed, and lay speechless till day-break. I spoke to him, but he would not hear me; and when F

I persisted, he raised his hand at me, and knit his brow so—I thought he would have struck me. I bid him be of comfort—Begone, old wretch, says he —My wife my child ! my sister! I have undone them all, and will know no comfort | Then, falling upon his knees, he imprecated curses upon himself.

Mrs Bev. This is too horrible !—But we have staid too long. Let us haste to comfort him, or die with him. [Exeunt.

SCENE III,

A Prison.

BEVERLEY is discovered sitting.

Bev. Why, there's an end then; I have judged deliberately, and the result is death ! How the self. murderer's account may stand I know not. But this I know—the load of hateful life oppresses me too much—The horrors of my soul are more than I can bear—[Offers to kneel] Father of mercy —I cannot pray–Despair has laid his iron hand upon me, and sealed me for perdition—Conscience 1 consciences thy clamours are too loud!—Here's that shall silence thee. [Takes a Phial out of his Pocket, and looks at it.] Thou art most friendly to the miserable. Come, then, thou cordial for sick minds—Come to my heart. [Drinks.] Oh, that the grave would bury me. mory as well as body . For, if the soul sees and feels the sufferings of those dear ones it leaves behind, the

Everlasting has no vengeance to torment it deeper– I’ll think no more on’t-Reflection comes too late— Once there was a time for’t—but now ’tis past, Who’s there 2

Enter JARvis.

Jar. One, that hoped to see you with better looks —Why do you turn so from me? I have brought comfort with me. And see who comes to give it welcome!

Bev. My wife and sister! Why, 'tis but one pang more, then, and farewell, world! [Aside.

Enter MRs BEveRLEY and CHARLoTTE.

Mrs Bev. Where is he [Runs and embraces him.] Oh, I have him . I have him And now they shall never part us more—I have news, love, to make you happy for ever Alas, he hears us not : Speak to me, love. I have no heart to see you thus. Bev. This is a sad place Mrs Bev. We come to take you from it—to tell you the world goes well again—that Providence has seen our sorrows, and sent the means to help them— Your uncle died yesterday. Bev. My uncle !—No, do not say so —Oh, I am sick at heart! Mrs Bev. Indeed!—I meant to bring you comfort. Bev. Tell me he lives, then–If you would bring me comfort, tell me he lives! Mrs Bev. And if I did—I have no power to raise the dead—He died yesterday. Bev. And I am heir to him * Jar. To his whole estate, sir tiently—pray, bear it patiently. Bev. Well, well—[Pausing.] Why, fame says I am rich then 2 - *

But bear it pa

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