_Lew._ Thou hast assisted me in love; given me the merit that I
wanted; since but for Thee, my Charlotte had not known 'twas her
dear self I sighed for, and not her fortune.

_Stu._ Thank me, and take her then.

_Lew._ And as a brother to poor Beverley, I will pursue the robber
that has seized him, and snatch him from his gripe.

_Stu._ Then know, imprudent man, he _is_ within my gripe; and should
my friendship for him be slandered once again, the hand that has
supplied him, shall fall and crush him.

_Lew._ Why, now there's spirit in thee! This is indeed to be a
villain! But I shall reach thee yet. Fly where thou wilt, my
vengeance shall pursue thee--and Beverley shall yet be saved, be
saved from thee, thou monster; nor owe his rescue to his wife's
dishonour.
[_Exit_.

_Stu._ (_Pausing_) Then ruin has enclosed me. Curse on my coward
heart! I would be bravely villainous; but 'tis my nature to shrink
at danger, and he has found me. Yet fear brings caution, and That
security. More mischief must be done, to hide the past. Look to
yourself, officious Lewson--there may be danger stirring--How now,
Bates?


SCENE V.