should die.

_Stu._ Thy words have given me life. That quarrel too was fortunate;
for if my hopes deceive me not, it promises a grave to Beverley.

_Daw._ You misconceive me. Lewson and he were friends.

_Stu._ But My prolific brain shall make them enemies. If Lewson
falls, he falls by Beverley: an upright jury shall decree it. Ask me
no questions, but do as I direct. This writ (_Takes out a pocket
book_) for some days past, I have treasured here, till a convenient
time called for its use. That time is come. Take it, and give it to
an officer. It must be served this instant.
[_Gives a paper._

_Daw._ On Beverley?

_Stu._ Look at it. 'Tis for the sums that I have lent him.

_Daw._ Must he to prison then?

_Stu._ I asked obedience; not replies. This night a jail must be his
lodging. 'Tis probable he's not gone home yet. Wait at his door, and
see it executed.

_Daw._ Upon a beggar? He has no means of payment.

_Stu._ Dull and insensible! If Lewson dies, who was it killed him?
Why, he that was seen quarrelling with him; and I that knew of
Beverley's intents, arrested him in friendship--A little late,