_Stu._ Who waits there?
[_Aloud, and in confusion._

_Lew._ By heaven, he dies that interrupts us. (_Shutting the door._)
You should have weighed your strength, Sir; and then, instead of
climbing to high fortune, the world had marked you for what you are,
a little paultry villain.

_Stu._ You think I fear you.

_Lew._ I know you fear me. This is to prove it. (_Pulls him by the
sleeve._) You wanted privacy! A lady's presence took up your
attention! Now we are alone, Sir.--Why, what a wretch! (_Flings him
from him._) The vilest insect in creation will turn when trampled
on; yet has this Thing undone a man--by cunning and mean arts undone
him. But we have found you, Sir; traced you through all your
labyrinths. If you would save yourself, fall to confession: no mercy
will be shewn else.

_Stu._ First prove me what you think me. Till then, your threatenings
are in vain. And for this insult, vengeance may yet be mine.

_Lew._ Infamous coward! Why, take it now then-- (_Draws, and Stukely
retires._) Alas! I pity thee. Yet that a wretch like this should
overcome a Beverley! it fills me with astonishment! A wretch, so
mean of soul, that even desperation cannot animate him to look upon
an enemy. You should not thus have soared, Sir, unless, like others
of your black profession, you had a sword to keep the fools in awe,
your villainy has ruined.