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A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY EDWARD MOORE. .
Persons Represented. 1
Char. Has he not undone you?-0! this perpi.
cious vice of gaming!--(Rises.). But, methinks,
his usual hours of four or five in the morning might MRS. BEVERLEY and CHARLOTTE discovered, have contented him; it was misery enough to wake seated.
for him till then: need he have staid out all night? Mrs. B. Be comforted, my dear; all may be well I shall learn to detest him. yet. And now, methinks, the lodgings begin to Mrs. B. Not for the first fault. He never slept look with another face. O sister, sister! if these from me before. were all my hardships; if all I had to complain of Char. Slept from you! No, no, his nights have were no more than quitting my house, servants, nothing to do with sleep. How has this one vice equipage, and show, your pity would be weakness. driven him from every virtue ! Nay, from his Char. Is poverty nothing, then ?
affections too! The time was, sister Mrs. B. Nothing in the world, if it affected only Mrs. B. And is. I have no fear of his affections,
While we had a fortune, I was the happiest 'Would I knew that he were safe. (Rises.) of the rich : and now, 'tis gone, give me but a bare Char. From ruin and his companions—but that's subsistence, and my husband's smiles, and I'll be impossible. His poor little boy, too! What must the happiest of the poor. Why do you look at become of him ?
Mrs. B. Why, want shall teach him industry. Char. That I may hate my brother.
From his father 8 mistakes he shall learn prudence, Mrs. B. Do not talk so, Charlotte.
and from his mother's resignation, patience. PoNo. 1-THE BRITISH DRAMA.
verly has no such terrors in it as you imagine. when he died, he bequeathed me to his son. I have There's no condition of life,, sickness, and pain been faithful to him too. excepted, where happiness is excluded. The hus- Mrs. B. I know it, I know it, Jarvis. bandman, who rises early to his labour, enjoys Jar. I am an old man, madam, and have not a more welcome rest at night for it; his home hap- long time to live. I asked but to have died with pier; his family dearer; his enjoyments surer. him, and he dismissed me. The sun that rouses him in the morning, sets in Mrs. B, 'Prythee, no more of this! 'Twas his the evening to release him. All situations have poverty that dismissed you. their comforts, if sweet contentment dwell in the Jar. Is, be indeed so poor, then? O, he was the heart. But my poor Beverley has none. The joy of my old heart!-But must his creditors have thought of having ruined those he loves, is misery all? And have they sold his house too? His father for over to him. Would I could ease his mind of built it when he was but a prating boy. The times that!
that I have carried him in these arms! And, Ghar. If he alone, were ruined, it were just be Jarvis, says he when a beggar has asked charity should be punished He is my brother, it is true; of me, why should people be poor? You shan't but when I think of what he has done, of the for- be poor, Jarvis; if I was a king, nobody should tune you brought him, of his own large estate, too, be poor; yet, he is poor. And then he was so squandered away upon this vilest of passions, and brave !0, he was a brave little boy! and yet so among the wilest of wretches, -0! I have no pa- merciful, he'd not have killed the goat that stung tience. My own little fortune is untouched, he him. says. "Would I were sure on't!
Mrs. B. Speak to him, Charlotte ; for I cannot. Mrs. B. And so you may-twould be a sin to Jar. I have a little money, madam: it might doubt it
have been more, but I have loved the poor. All Chan. I will be sure on'twas madness in me that I have is yours. to give it to his management But I'll demand it Mrs. B. No, Jarvis; we have enough yet; I from him this morning. I have a melancholy oc- thank you, though, and will deserve your goodcasion for it Mrs. B. What occasion ?
Jar. But shall I see my master? And will he let Char. To support a sister
me attend him in his distresses? I'll be no exMrs D. No; I have no need on't Take it, and pense to him; and it will kill me to be refused. rewards a lover with it. The generous Lewson Where is be, madam? deserves much more. Why won't you make him Mrs. B. Not at home, Jarvis. You shall see him happy?
another time. Chan. Because my sister is miserables
Chan. To-morrow, on the next day.-0, Jarvis! Mrs. B. You must not think no. I have my What a change is here! jewels left yet; and when all is gone, these hands Jar. A change, indeed, madam! My old heart shall toil for our sunport The poor should be in aches at it. And yet, methinks-But here's somedustrious. Why those teara, Charlotte ?
thing coming. Ghar. They flow in pity for you
Enter LUCY, with STUKELY. Mrs B. All may be well yet. When he has Lucy. Mr. Stukely, madam.
(Erit. nothing to lose, I shall fetter him in these arms Stuła Good morning to you, ladies. Mr. Jarvis, again; and then, what is it to be poor?
your servant. Where's my friend, madam ? Char. Cure him but of this destructive passion,
(To Mrs Beverley.) and my uncle's death may retrieve all yet,
Mrs. B, I should have asked that question of Urs. B. Ay, Charlotte, could we cure him: but you. Have you seen him to-day? the disease of play admits no cure but poverty; Stuk. No, madam, and the loss of another fortune would but increase Char. Nor last night? his shame and his affliction. Will Mr. Lewson Stuk. Last night! Did he not come home, then ? call this morning?
Mrs. B. No. Were you not together? Char. He said so last night. He gave me hints Stuk. At the beginning of the evening; but not too, that he had suspicions of our friend Stukely. since. Where can he have staid?
Mrs. B. Not of treachery to my husband? That Char. You call yourself his friend, sir; why do he loves play, I know; but surely he is honest. you encourage him in this madness of gambling?
Char. He labours to be thought so; therefore, I Stuk. You have asked me that question before, doubt him. Honesty needs no pains to set itself madam; and I told you, my concern was that I off.
could not save him; Mr. Beverley is a man, madam; Enter LUCY.
and, if the most friendly entreaties have no effect Lucy. Your old steward, madam. I had not the upon him, I have no other means. My purse has heart to deny him admittance, the good old man been his, even to the injury of my fortune. If that begged so hard for it.
(Exit has been encouragement, I deserve censure; but I Enter JARVIS.
meant it to retrieve him. Mrs. B. Is this well, Jarvis? I desired you to Mrs. B. I do not doubt it, sir; and I thank you. avoid me.
But where did you leave him last night? Jar. Did you, madam? I am an old man, and Stuk. At Wilson's, madam, if I ought to tell; in had forgot. Perhaps, too, you forbad my tears; company I did not like. Possibly, he may be there but I am old, madam, and age will be forgetful. still." Mr. Jarvis knows the house, I believe. Mrs. B. The faithful creature!
Jar. Shall I go, madam ? Jar. I have forget these apartments, too. I re- Mrs. B. No; hę may take it ill. member none such in my young master's house; Char. He may go, as from himself. and yet I have lived in it these five-and-twenty Stuk. And, if he pleases, madam, without naming years. His good father would not have dismissed me: I am faulty myself, and should conceal the me.
errors of a friend: but I can refuse nothing here. Mrs. B. He had no reason, Jarvis.
Jar. I would fain see him, methinks. Jar. I was faithful to him while he lived, and Mrs. B. (To Jarvis.) Do so, then. But take care