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misfortunes! I'll bear them patiently, so he is happy! these hands shall toil for his support! these eyes be lifted up for hourly blessings on him! and every duty of a fond and faithful wife be doubly done to cheer and comfort him! So hear me! so reward me!

Rises. Bev. I would kneel too, but that offended Heaven would turn my prayers into curses.

6 What have I to ask for? I, who have cast hope forever from me. Is it • for length of days that I should kneel? no; my time is 6 limited. Or is it for this world's blessings upon you

and yours! to pour out my heart in wishes for a ruin'd wife, a child, and sister? O! no! for I have done a deed to make life horrible to you*

Mrs. Bev. Why horrible? is poverty so horrible? ( The real wants of life are few. A little industry will

supply them all—and cheerfulness will follow--It is the privilege of honest industry, and we'll enjoy it

6 fully.

Bev. Never, never-0, I have told you but in part. The irrevocable deed is done.

Mrs. Bev. What deed? And why do you look so 6 at me?

6 Bev. A deed that dooms my soul to vengeance" That seals your misery here, and mine hereafter.

Mrs. Bev. No, no; you have a heart too good for't. Alas! he raves, Charlotte-His looks too terrify me

-Speak comfort to him—He can have done no deed of 6 wickedness.

Char. And yet I fear the worst-What is it brother?' Bev. A deed of horror.

Jar. Ask him no questions, madam— This last misfortune has hurt his brain. A little time will give him patience.

Enter STUKELY. Bev. Why is this villain here?

Stu. To give you liberty and safety. There, madam, is his discharge (giving a paper to Mrs. Beverley.] Let

* make you miserable. Wby miserable? Is poverty so miserable :-410. Edit.

him fly this moment. The arrest last night was meant in friendship; but came too late.

Char. What mean you, sir?

Stu. The arrest was too late, I say; I would have kept his hands from blood, but was too late.

Mrs. Bev. His hands from blood!-Whose blood?-O wretch! wretch!

Stui. From Lewson's blood.

Char. No, villain! yet what of Lewson? speak quickly.

Stu. You are ignorant, then! I thought I heard the murderer at confession.

Char. What murderer?-And who is murder'd? not Lewson?-say but he lives

Stu. In pity, so I would; buť that the tongues of all cry murder. I came in pity, not in malice; to save the brother, not kill the sister. Your Lewson's dead.

Char. O horrible! Why, who has kill'd him? and yet it cannot be. What crime had he committed, that « he should die? Villain! he lives ! he lives!

6 Mrs. Bev. Patience! sweet Charlotte. < Char. Patience, do you say?

Mrs. Bev. He comes in pity, he says! O execrable • villain! the friend is kill'd then, and this the murderer?'

Bev. Silence! I charge you-Proceed, sir.

Stu. No. Justice may stop the tale--and here's an evidence.

Enter BATES. Bufes. The news, I see, has reach'd' you. But take comfort, madam. '[To Char.] There's one without enquiring for you-Go to him, and lose no time. Char. O misery! misery!

[Exit. Mrs. Bev. Follow her, Jarvis. If it be true that Lewson's dead, her grief may kill her.

Bates. Jarvis must stay here, madam. I have some questions for him.

Stu. Rather let him fly. Ilis evidence may crush his master.

Bev. Why, ay; this looks like management.

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Bates. He found you quarrelling with Lewson in the street last night.

[To Bev. Mrs. Bet. No; I am sure he did not. Jar. Or, if I did

Mrs. Bev. 'Tis false, old man- -They had no quarrel; there was no cause for quarrel.

Bev. Let him proceed, I say-0! I am sick! sick!-. Reach me a chair.

He sits down. Mrs. Beu. You droop, and tremble, love-Your eyes are fixt too-Yet you are innocent. If Lewson's dead, you kill'd him not.

Enter Dawson. Stu. Who sent for Dawson?

Bates. 'Twas I -We have a witness too, you little think of -Without there!

Stu. What witness?
Bates. A right one.

Look at him.
Enter LEw son and CHARLOTTE.
Stu. Lewson! O villains! villains!

[7. Bates and Dawson., Mrs. Bed. Lewson alive! why, this is unexpected happiness!

Jur. What riddle's this?
Bev. Be quick and tell it-my minutes are but few.

Mrs. Bev. Alas! why so? you shall live long and happily.

Lew. While shame and punishment shall rack that viper (pointing to Stukely]-The tale is short-I was too busy in his secrets, and therefore doom'd to die. Bates, to prevent the murder, undertook it_I kept aloof to give it credit

Char. And give me pangs unutterable.

Lew. I felt them all, and would have told you—But the business wanted ripening. The villain's scheme was but half executed. The arrest by Dawson follow'd the suppos'd murder-And now, depending on his once wicked associates, he comes to fix the guilt on Beverley.

Mrs. Bev. O execrable wretch!
Bates. Dawson and I are witnesses of this.
Lewo. And of a thousand frauds. His fortune ruin'd

by sharpers and false dice; and Stukely sole contriver and possessor of all.

Daw. Had he but stopt on this side murder, we had been villains still.

Mrs. Bev. Thus Heaven turns evil into good; and by permitting sin, warns men to virtue.

Lew. Yet punishes the instrument. So shall our laws; tho' not with death But death were mercy. Shame, beggary, and imprisonment, unpitied misery, the stings of conscience, shall make life hateful to him.- -How does my friend?

[To Bev. Bed. Why, well. Who's he that asks me?

Mrs. Bev. 'Tis Lewson, love-Why do you look so at him?

Ber. They told me he was murder'd., [Wildly.
Mrs. Bev, Ay; but he lives to save us.
Bev. Lend me your hand--the room turns round.
Mrs. Bev. O Heaven!

Lew. This villain here disturbs him. Remove him from his sight-And for your lives see that you guard him. [Stukely is taken off by Dawson, and Bates.] How is it, sir?

Bev. 'T'is here and here (pointing to his head and heart.]—And now it tears me!

Mrs. Bev. You feel convuls'd tooWhat is 't disturbs you?

Lew. This sudden turn of joy, perhaps He wants rest too-Last night was dreadful to him. His • brain is giddy.

Char. Ay, never to be curd-Why, brother ! 6 O! I fear! I fear!

Mrs. Bev. Preserve him, Heaven !'- My love! my life! look at me!-How his

eyes

flame! Beo. A furnace rages in this heart.- I have been too hasty. (Mrs. Bev. Indeed ! O me! O me!*.

Help,

* Ome! An exclamation signifying Alas, unhappy me! It is commonly written Ah me! as

“ Ah me! the blooming pride of May,

· Aod that of beauty are but one :

Jarvis! fly, fly for help! your master dies else.. « Weep not, but fly! [Ex. Jar.] What is this hasty 6 deed?

Yet do not answer me- -My fears have guess'd. & Beo. Call back the messenger

-'tis not in medicine's power to help me. 6 Mrs. Bed. Is it then so?

Bev.' Down, restless flames !- [laying his hand on his heart]-down! you rack me.

-0! for a pause from pain!

6 Mrs. Bev. Help, Charlotte! support him, sir! [To Lewson-This is a killing sight!

Bev. What river's this! I'll plunge and cool me? 6-[Flings himself upon the ground.] 0! 'tis a sea of • fire! Lift me! lift me! [They raise him to his chair.] 6-[Bev. starting.] That pang was well It has numb'd my senses.'

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wife? forgive me, love! 6 Mrs. Bev. Alas! for what? Bev. [Starting again.] And there's another pang!

Now all is quiet- -Will you forgive me?
6 Mrs. Bev. I will- Tell me for what?'
Bev. For meanly dying.
Mrs. Bev. No do not say it.

Bev. As truly as my soul must answer it- -Had Jarvis staid this morning, all had been well. But press'd by shame-pent in a prison-tormented with my pangs

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you- -driven to despair and madness I took the woful advantage of his absence, corrupted the poor

wretch he left to guard me, and -Swallow'd poison.

Mrs. Bev. O fatal deed!
Char. Dreadful and cruel.

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" At morn both flourish bright and gay,
“ Both fade at evening, pale, and gone.".

Prior's Faded Wreath.
Milton writes, it Ay me. As in Satan's speech to the Sun,

" Ay me, they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain.”

Par. Lost, B. iv, 1. 87.

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