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patience ! My own little fortune is untouched, SCENE I.

he says. Would I were sure of it!

Mrs Bev. And so you may-it would be a Enter Mrs BEVERLEY and CHARLOTTE.

sin to doubt it. Mrs Bev. Be comforted, my dear; all may be Char. I will be sure of it - it was madness well yet. And now, methinks, the lodging be- in me to give it to his management. But I will gins to look with another face. Oh, sister! sis- demand it from him this morning. I have a meter! if these were all my hardships; if all I had lancholy occasion for it. to complain of were no more than quitting my Mrs Bev. What occasion ? house, servants, equipage, and shew, your pity Chur. To support a sister. would be weakness.

Mrs Bev. No; I have no need of it. Take it, Char. Is poverty nothing, then ?

and reward a lover with it. The generous LewMrs Bed. Nothing in the world, if it affected son deserves much more. Why won't you make only me. While we had a fortune, I was the him happy? happiest of the rich : and now it is gone, give me Char. Because my sister is miserable. but a bare subsistence, and my husband's smiles, Mrs Bev. You must not think so. I have my and I'll be the happiest of the poor. To me, jewels left yet. I will sell them to supply our now, these lodgings want nothing but their mas- wants; and, when all is gone, these hands shall ter. Why do you look at me?

toil for our support. The poor should be indus. Char. That I may hate my brother.

trious—Why those tears, Charlotte? Mrs Bev. Do not talk so, Charlotte.

Chur. They flow in pity for you. Char. Has he not undone you?-Oh, this Mrs Beo. All may be well yet. When he has pernicious vice of gaming! But, methinks his nothing to lose, I shall fetter him in these arms usual hours of four or five in the morning might again; and then what is it to be poor? have contented him; it was misery enough to Char. Cure him but of this destructive passion, wake for him till then. Need he have staid out and my uncle's death may retrieve all yet. all night ? -I shall learn to detest him.

Mrs Bev. Ay, Charlotte, could we cure him! Mrs Bev. Not for the first fault. He never But the disease of play admits no cure but poslept from me before.

verty; and the loss of another fortune would but Char. Slept from you ! No, no, his nights have increase his shame and affliction. Will Mr Lex nothing to do with sleep. How has this one vice son call this morning? driven him from every virtue !--Nay, from his Char. He said so last night. He gave me hints affections, too! -The time was, sister- too, that he had suspicions of our friend Stukelv. Mrs Beo. And is. I have no fear of his af- Mrs Beo. Not of treachery to my

husband! fections. Would I knew, that he were safe! That he loves play I know, but surely he is ho

Char. From ruin and his companions. But nest. that is impossible. His poor little boy, too! Char. He would fain be thought so; therefore What must become of him?

I doubt him. Honesty needs no pains to set itMrs Bev. Why, want shall teach him industry.

self off. From his father's mistakes he shall learn prudence, and, from his mother's resignation, pa

Enter Lucy. tience. Poverty has no such terrors in it as you Mrs Bed. Whạt now, Lucy? imagine. There is no condition of life, sickness Lucy. Your old steward, madam. I had not and pain excepted, where happiness is excluded, the heart to deny him admittance, the good old The husbandman, who rises early to his labour, man begged so hard for it, enjoys more welcome rest at night for it. His bread is sweeter to him, his home happier, his fa

Enter JARVIS. mily dearer, his enjoyments surer. The sun, that Mrs Beo. Is this well, Jarvis ? I desired you rouses him in the morning, sets in the evening to to avoid me. release him. All situations have their comforts, Jar. Did you, madam ? I am an old man, and if sweet contentment dwell in the heart. But had forgot. "Perhaps, too, you forbad my tears; my poor Beverley has none. The thought of ha- but I am old, madam, and age will be forgetful

. ving ruined those, he loves, is misery for ever to Mrs Bev. The faithful creature! how he moves him. Would I could ease his mind of that!

[To CHARLOTTE Char. If he alone were ruined, it were just he Char. Not to have seen him had been cruelty. should be punished. He is my brother, it is true ; Jur. I have forgot these apartments too. I rebut when I think of what he has done, of the for- member none such in my young master's house; tune you brought him. of his own large estate and yet I have lived in it these five and twenty too, squandered away upon this vilest of passions, years. His good father would not have dismissed and ainong the vilost of wretches! Oh, I have no

[Erit Luck.



Mrs Ber. He ha dno reason, Jarvis.

fortune, If that has been encouragement, I Jar. I was faithful to him, while he lived ; and deserve censure; but I meant it to retrieve him. when he died he bequeathed me to his son. I Mrs Bed. I don't doubt it, sir; and I thank have been faithful to him, too.

you-But where did you leave him last night? Mrs Beo. I know it, I know it, Jarvis.

Sluke: At Wilson's, madam, if I ought to tell; Char. We both know it.

in company I did not like. Possibly he may be Jar. I am an old man, madam, and have not there still. Mr Jarvis knows the house, I believe. a long time to live. I asked but to have died Jar. Shall I go, madam? with him, and he dismissed me.

Mrs Bev. No, he may take it ill. Mrs Bet. Prithee, no more of this ! It was Char. He may go as from himself. his poverty that dismissed you.

Stuke. And, if he pleases, madam, without Jar

. Is he indeed so poor, then ?-Oh! he naming me. I am faulty myself, and should conwas the joy of my old heart- -But must his ceal the errors f a friend. But I can refuse noereditors have all? And have they sold his house thing here.

[Bowing to the ladies. too? His father built it, when he was but a pra- Jar. I would fain see him, methinks. ting boy. The times, that I have carried him in Mrs Bev. Do so, then ; but take care how these arms! And, “ Jarvis,” says he, when a beg- you upbraid him-I never upbraided him. gar has asked charity of me," why should peo- Jar. Would I could bring him comfort! [Erit. ple be poor? You shan't be poor, Jarvis; if I Stuke. Don't be too much alarmed, madam. were a king, nobody should be poor." Yet he is All men have their errors, and their times of poor. And then he was so brave ! -Oh, he seeing them. Perhaps, my friend's time is not was a brave little boy! And yet so merciful, he'd come yet. But he has an uncle; and old men not have killed the gnat, that stung him.

don't live for ever. You should look forward, Mrs Bev. Speak to him, Charlotte ; for I madam; we are taught how to value a second cannot.

fortune by the loss of a first. Char. When I have wiped my eyes.

[Knocking at the door. Jar. I have a little money, madam; it might Mrs Bev. Hark!--No--that knocking was too have been more, but I have loved the poor. All rude for Mr Beverley. Pray Heaven he be well ! that I have is yours.

Stuke. Never doubt it, madam. You shall be Mrs Ben. No, Jarvis; we have enough yet. I well, too.-Every thing shall be well. thank you, though, and will deserve your goodness.

(Knocking again. Jar. But shall I see my master ? And will he Mrs Bev. The knocking is a little loud, let me attend him in his distresses ? I'll be no though—Who waits there? Will none of you expence to him; and it will kill me to be refu- answer ? -None of you, did I say? Alas, what sed. Where is he, madam?

was I thinking of! I had forgot myself. Mrs Bed. Not at home, Jarvis. You shall Char. I'll go, sister-But don't be alarmed so. see him another time.

[Erit. Char. To-morrow, or the next day-Oh, Jar- Stuke. What extraordinary accident have you vis! what a change is here!

to fear, madam? Jar. A change indeed, madam ! my old heart Mrs Bed. I beg your pardon; but 'tis ever aches at it. And yet, methinks- But here's thus with me in Mr Beverley's absence. No one somebody coming.

knocks at the door, but I fancy it is a messenger

of ill news. Enter Lucy with STUKELY.

Stuke. You are too fearful, madam ; 'twas Lucy. Mr Stukely, madam.

(Erit. but one night of absence; and if ill thoughts inStuke. Good morning to you, ladies. Mi Jar- trude (as love is always doubtful,) think of your vis, your servant. Where's my friend, madain? worth and beauty, and drive them from your

[To Mrs Bev. breast. Mrs Beo. I should have asked that question Mrs Bev. What thoughts ! I have no thoughts, of you. Have you seen him to-day?

that wrong my husband. Stuke. No, madam.

Stuke. Such thoughts, indeed, would wrong Char. Nor last night?

him. The world is full of slander ; and every Stuke. Last night! Did he not come home, then? wretch, that knows himself unjust, charges his Mrs Ber. No. Were you not together? neighbour with like passions; and by the general

Stuke. At the beginning of the evening; but frailty hides his own- -If you are wise, and not since. Where can he have staid ?

would be happy, turn a deaf ear to such reports. Char. You call yourself his friend, sir; why It is ruin to believe them. do you encourage him in this madness of gaming? Mrs Bev. Ay, worse than ruin. It would be to

Stuke. You have asked me that question be- sin against conviction. Why was it mentioned? fore, madam ; and I told you my concern was, Stuke. To guard you against rumour. The that I could not save him. Mr Beverley is a man, sport of half mankind is mischief ; and for a madam; and, if the most friendly entreaties have single error they make men devils. If their tales no effect upon him, I have no other means. My reach you, disbelieve them. purse has been his, even to the injury of my Mrš Bev. What tales ? By whom? Why told?


I have heard nothing or if I had, with all his

Enter LEwsos. errors, my Beverley's firm faith admits no doubt -It is my safety, my seat of rest and joy, while Lew. Madain, your servant-Yours, sir. I the storm threatens round me. I'll not forsake was enquiring for you at your lodgings. it. (STUKELY sighs and looks down.) Why turn Stuke. This morning! You had business, then? you, sir, away ? and, why that sigh?

Lew. You'll call it by another name, perhaps Stuke. I was attentive, madam ; and sighs Where's Mr Beverley, madam? will come we know not why. Perhaps, I have Char. We have sent to enquire for him. been too busy-If it should seem so, impute my Lew. Is he abroad, then? He did not use to zeal to friendship, that meant to guard you against go out so early. evil tongues. Your Beverley is wronged, slander- Char. No, nor stay out so late. ed most vilely—My life upon his truth.

Lew. Is that the case? I am sorry for itMrs Bev. And mine too. Who is it that But Mr Stukely, perhaps, may direct you to him. doubts it? But no matter- I am prepared, sir Stuke. I have already, sir. But what was -Yet why this caution ?

-You are my hus- your business with me? band's friend; I think you mine too; the com- Lew. To congratulate you upon your late sucmon friend of both. (Pauses.] I had been uncon- cesses at play. Poor Beverley !-But you cerned else.

his friend; and there's a comfort in having suoStuke. For Heaven's sake, madam, be so still ! cessful friends. I mean to guard you against suspicion, not to Stuke. And what am I to understand by this? alarm it.

Leu. That Beverley's a poor man, with a rich Mrs Bev. Nor have you, sir. Who told you friend; that's all. of suspicion? I have a heart it cannot reach. Stuke. Your words would mean something, 1

Stuke. Then I am happy I would say more ; suppose. Another time, sir, I shall desire an ex. but am prevented.


Lew. And why not now? I am no dealer in Enter CHARLOTTE.

long sentences. A minute or two will do for me Mrs Bed. Who was it, Charlotte?

Siuke. But not for me, sir. I am slow of a Char. What a heart has that Jarvis ! A credi- prehension, and must have time and privacy. A tor, sister. But the good old man has taken him lady's presence engages my attention. Another away~ Don't distress his wife; don't distress morning I may be found at home. his sister,' I could hear him say. “It is cruel to Lew. Another morning, then, I'll wait upon you distress the afflicted'--~And when he saw me Stuke. I shall expect you, sir. Madain, you at the door, he begged pardon, that his friend had servant. knocked so loud.

Char. What mean you by this? Stuke. I wish I had known of this. Was it a Lew. To hint to him, that I know him. · large demand, madam ?

Char. How know him? Mere doubt and sup Char. I heard not that; but visits, such as position ! these, we must expect often-Why so distressed, Lew. I shall have proof soon. sister? This is no new affliction.

Char. And what then? Would you risque Mrs Bet. No, Charlotte; but I am faint with your life to be his punisher ! watching-quite sunk and spiritless-Will you Lew. My life, madam! Don't be afraid. And excuse me, sir? I'll to my chamber, and try to

yet I am happy in your concern for me. But let rest a little.

[Érit. it content you, that I know this Stukely-— Stuke. Good thoughts go with you, madam. will be as easy to make him honest as brave. My bait is taken, then. (Aside.] Poor Mrs Be- Char. And what do you intend to do? verley! How my heart grieves to see her thus ! Lew. Nothing, till I have proof. Yet my sus

Char. Cure her, and be a friend, then. picions are well-grounded—But, methinks, ma- = Stuke. How cure her, madam?

dam, I am acting here without authority. Could Char. Reclaim


I have leave to call Mr Beverley brother, his co-
Stuke. Ay, give him a new creation, or breathe cerns would be my own, Why will
another soul into him. I'll think on it, madam. my services appear officious ?
Advice, I see, is thankless.

Char. You know my reasons, and should not Char. Useless I am sure it is, if through mis- press me. But I am cold, you say; and cold I taken friendship, or other motives, you feed his will be, while a poor sister's destitute My passion with your purse, and soothe it by example. heart bleeds for her ; and, till I see her sorrows Physicians, to cure fevers, keep from the patient's moderated, love has no joys for me. thirsty lip the cup, that would inflame him. You Lew. Can I be less a friend by being a bro give it to his hands. (A knocking.] Hark, sir !- ther? I would not say an unkind thing—But the These are my brother's desperate symptoms pillar of your house is shaken; prop it with anzAnother creditor.

ther, and it shall stand firm again. You mis Stuke. One not so easily got rid of What, comply. Lewson!

Char. And will, when I have peace

within it





self. But let us change this subject-Your busi- | but, like a cringing fool, bowed at a distance, ness here this morning is with my sister. Mis-while he stepped in and won her-Never, never fortunes press too hard upon her; yet, till to- will I forgive him for it. My pride, as well as day, she has borne them nobly.

love, is wounded by this conquest. I must have Lew. Where is she?

vengeance. Those hints this morning were well Char. Gone to her chamber. Her spirits fail thrown in-Already they have fastened on her. ed her.

If jealousy should weaken her affections, want Lew. I hear her coming. Let what has pass- may, corrupt her virtueMy heart rejoices in ed with Stukely be a secret-She has already the hope -These jewels may do much-He too much to trouble her.

shall demand them of her; which, when mine, shall be converted to special purposes

-What Enter Mrs BEVERLEY.

now, Bates? Mrs Bev. Good morning, sir; I heard your roice, and, as I thought, enquiring for me.

Enter BATES. "Where's Mr Stukely, Charlotte ?

Bates. Is it a wonder, then, to see me? The Char. This moment gone-You have been in forces are all in readiness, and only wait for or: tears, sister; but here's a friend shall comfort you. ders. Where's Beverley?

Lea. Or, if I add to your distresses, I will beg Stuke. At last night's rendezvous, waiting for your pardon, madam. The sale of your house Is Dawson with you? and furniture was finished yesterday.

Bates. Dressed like a nobleman; with money Mrs Bev. I know it, sir; I know too your ge- in his pocket, and a set of dice, that shall deceive nerous reason for putting me in mind of it. But the devil. you have obliged me too much already.

Stuke. That fellow has a head to undo a naLew. There are trifles, madam, which I know tion; but for the rest, they are such low-manyou have set a value on; those I have purchased, nered, ill-looking dogs, I wonder Beverley has and will deliver. I have a friend too, that es- not suspected them. teems you-He has bought largely, and will Bates. No matter for manners and looks. Do call nothing his, till he has seen you. If a visit you supply them with money, and they are gento him would not be painful, he has begged it tlemen by profession—The passion of gaming inay be this morning.

casts such a mist before the eyes, that the

nobleÀIrs Bev. Not painful in the least. My pain man shall be surrounded with sharpers, and imais from the kindness of my friends. Why am I gine himself in the best company. to be obliged beyond the power of return? Stuke. There's that Williams too! It was he, I

Lew. You shall repay us at your own time. I suppose, that called at Beverley's with the note have a coach waiting at the door.-Shall we have this morning. What directions did you give him? your company, madam ?

(To CHAR. Bates. To knock loud, and be clamorous. Did Char. No; my brother may return soon; I'll not you see him ? stay and receive him.

Stuke. No; the fool sneaked off with Jarvis. Mrs Bev. He may want a comforter, perhaps. Had he appeared within doors, as directed, the But dont upbraid him, Charlotte. We shall not note had been discharged. I waited there on be absent long. Come, sir, since I must be so purpose. I want the women to think well of

me; for Lewson's grown suspicious; he told me Lew. 'Tis I, that am obliged. An hour, or

so himself. less, will be sufficient for us. We shall find you Bates. Whạt answer did you make him ? at home, madam?

Sluke. A short one-That I would see him [To CHAR. and erit with AIrs Bev. soon, for farther explanation. Char. Certainly. I have but little inclination Bates. We must take care of him. But what to appear abroad. Oh, this brother, this brother! have we to do with Beverley? Dawson and the to what wretchedness has he reduced us! (Exit. rest are wondering at you.

Stuke. Why, let them wonder. I have designs SCENE II.-Changes to Stukely's Lodgings. above their narrow reach. They see me lend

him money, and they stare at me. But they are Enter STUKELY.

fools. I want him to believe me beggared by him. Sluke. That Lewson suspects me 'tis too plain. Bates. And what then? Yet why should he suspect me? I

Stuke. Ay, there's the question; but no matter; friend of Beverley as much as he. But I am at night you may know more. He waits for me rich, it seems ; and so I am, thanks to another's at Wilson's. I told the women where to find him. folly, and my own wisdom. To what use is wis- Bates. To what purpose ? dom, but to take advantage of the weak? This Stuke. To save suspicion. It looked friendly,

's my fool ; I cheat him, and he calls me and they thanked me. Old Jarvis was dispatchfriend. But more business must be done yet- ed to him. His wife's jewels are unsold; so is the reversion Bates. And may intreat him home of his uncle's estate: I must have these too. And Stuke. No; he expects money from me; but then there's a treasure above all I love his I'll have none. His wife's jewels must gowiłe–Before she knew this Beverley I loved her; 1 Women are easy creatures, and refuse nothing


appear the


where they love. Follow to Wilson's; but be sure he sees you not. You are a man of character, you know; of prudence and discretion.

Wait for me in an outer room ; I shall have bu.
siness for you presently. Come, sir,

Let drudging fools by honesty grow great ;
The shorter road to riches is deceit. (Eseunt



Bev. No. Think'st thou I would ruin thee SCENE I.- A Gaming House, with a Table, Bor,

too ! I have enough of shame already - My Dice, &c. BEVERLEY discovered sitting.

wife, my wife! Wouldst thou believe it, Jarvis? Bev. Why, what a world is this ! The slave, I have not seen her all this long night, who that digs for gold, receives his daily pittance, have loved her so, that every hour of absence and sleeps contented; while those, for whom he seemed as a gap in life. But other bonds have labours, convert their good to mischief, making held me-On, I have played the boy ! dropabundance the means of want. Oh, shame, ping my counters in the stream, and, reaching to shame! Had fortune given me but a little, that redeem them, lost myself. Why wilt thou follow little had been still my own. But plenty leads misery? Or if thou wilt, go to thy mistress: she to waste; and shallow streams maintain their has no guilt to sting her; and therefore may be currents, while swelling rivers beat down their comforted. banks, and leave their channels empty. What Jar. For pity's sake, sir ! I have no heart had I to do with play? I wanted nothing. My to see this change. wishes and my means were equal. The poor Bev. Nor I to bear it- -How speaks the followed me with blessings, love scattered roses world of me, Jarvis ? on my pillow, and morning waked me to de- Jar. As of a good man dead. Of one, who, light-Oh, bitter thought, that leads to what I walking in a dream, fell down a precipice. The was by what I am! I would forget both-Who's world is sorry for

you. there?

Bev. Ay, and pities me.

Says it not so ?. But Enter a Waiter.

I was born to infamy-I'll tell thee what it

says; it calls me villain ! a treacherous husband, Wait. A gentleman, sir, enquires for you. a cruel father, a false brother; one, lost to na

Bev. He might have used less ceremony.- ture and her charities; or, to say all in one short Stukely, I suppose?

word, it calls me-Gamester ! -Go to the Wait. No, sir, a stranger.

mistress; I'll see her presently. Beo. Well, shew him in. (Erit Waiter. Jar. And why not now? Rude people press A messenger from Stukely, then; from him, that upon her ; loud, bawling creditors; wretches

, has undone me! Yet all in friendship—And who know no pity-I met one at the door; he now he lends me his little, to bring back fortune would have seen my mistress : I wanted means to me.

of present payment, so promised it to-morrow.

But others may be pressing, and she has grief Enter JARVIS.

enough already. Your absence hangs too heavy Jarvis ! Why this intrusion? Your absence had

on her. been kinder.

Beo. Tell her I'll come then. I have a moJar. I came in duty, sir. If it be trouble- ment's business. But what hast thou to do with

my distresses ? Thy honesty has left thee poor ; Bev. It is -I would be private--hid even and age wants comfort-Keep what thou hast from myself. Who sent you hither?

for cordials, lest between thee and the grave miJar. One, that would persuade you home again. sery steal in. I have a friend shall counsel me My mistress is not well; her tears told me so. -This is that friend.

Beo. Go with thy duty there, then--But does she weep? I am to blame to let her weep.

Enter STUKELY. Pr’ythee begone: I have no business for thee. Stuke. How fares it, Beverley ? Honest Mr

Šur. Yes, sir; to lead you from this place. I Jarvis, well met; I hoped to find you here. That am your servant still. Your prosperous fortune viper, Williams! Was it not he that troubled blessed


If that has left you, I must you this morning? not leave you.

Jar. My mistress heard him then ?-- AIR Bed. Not leave me! Recall past time, then; sorry that she heard him. or, through this sea of storms and darkness, Bev. And Jarvis promised payment. shew me a star to guide me -But what canst Stuke. That must not be. Teil him I'll satisi thou?

him. Jar. The little that I can I will. You have Jar. Will you, sir? Heaven will reward you been generous to me-I would not offend you, for it. sir-but

Bev. Generous Stukely! Friendship like yours,


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