_Enter BATES._

_Bates._ What is the matter? 'Twas Lewson, and not Beverley, that
left you. I heard him loud: you seem alarmed too.

_Stu._ Ay, and with reason. We are discovered.

_Bates._ I feared as much, and therefore cautioned you; but You were
peremptory.

_Stu._ Thus fools talk ever; spending their idle breath on what is
past; and trembling at the future. We must be active. Beverley, at
worst, is but suspicious; but Lewson's genius, and his hate to Me,
will lay all open. Means must be found to stop him.

_Bates._ What means?

_Stu._ Dispatch him--Nay, start not--Desperate occasions call for
desperate deeds. We live but by his death.

_Bates._ You cannot mean it?

_Stu._ I do, by heaven.

_Bates._ Good night then.
[_Going._

_Stu._ Stay. I must be heard, then answered. Perhaps the motion was
too sudden; and human nature starts at murder, though strong
necessity compels it. I have thought long of this; and my first