both will have it so.

_Bev._ I am weary of being fooled.

_Stu._ And so am I. Here let us part then. These bodings of
good-fortune shall be stifled; I'll call them folly, and forget
them. This one embrace, and then farewel.
[_Offering to embrace._

_Bev._ No; stay a moment--How my poor heart's distracted! I have
these bodings too; but whether caught from You, or prompted by my
good or evil genius, I know not--The trial shall determine--And yet,
my wife--

_Stu._ Ay, ay, she'll chide.

_Bev._ No; My chidings are all here.
[_Pointing to his heart._

_Stu._ I'll not persuade you.

_Bev._ I _am_ persuaded; by reason too; the strongest reason--necessity.
Oh! could I once regain the height I have fallen from, heaven should
forsake me in my latest hour, if I again mixed in these scenes, or
sacrificed the husband's peace, his joy and best affections to
avarice and infamy!

_Stu._ I have resolved like You; and since our motives are so
honest, why should we fear success?