use them; now is the occasion, and I'll resign them chearfully.

_Bev._ Why, we'll be rich in love then--But this excess of kindness
melts me. Yet for a friend one would do much. He has denied Me
nothing.

_Mrs. Bev._ Come to my closet--But let him manage wisely. We have no
more to give him.

_Bev._ Where learnt my love this excellence? 'Tis heaven's own
teaching; that heaven, which to an angel's form, has given a mind
more lovely. I am unworthy of you, but will deserve you better.

Henceforth my follies and neglects shall cease,
And all to come be penitence and peace;
Vice shall no more attract me with her charms,
Nor pleasure reach me, but in these dear arms.

[_Exeunt._




ACT III.


SCENE I. _STUKELY'S lodgings_.

_Enter STUKELY, and BATES._