_Bev._ Come on then. Where shall we meet?

_Stu_, At Wilson's--Yet if it hurts you, leave me: I have misled you
often.

_Bev._ We have misled each other--But come! Fortune is fickle, and
may be tired with plaguing us. There let us rest our hopes.

_Stu._ Yet think a little.

_Bev._ I cannot--Thinking but distracts me.

_When desperation leads, all thoughts are vain;_
_Reason would lose, what rashness may obtain._

[_Exeunt._


SCENE III. __BEVERLEY'S_ lodgings.
Enter Mrs. BEVERLEY, and CHARLOTTE._

_Char._ 'Twas all a scheme, a mean one; unworthy of my brother.

_Mrs. Bev._ No, I am sure it was not. Stukely is honest too; I know
he is. This madness has undone them both.

_Char._ My brother irrecoverably. You are too spiritless a wife--A
mournful tale, mixt with a few kind words, will steal away your
soul. The world's too subtle for such goodness. Had I been by, he
should have asked your life sooner than those jewels.