u and Yours?
To pour out my heart in wishes for a ruined wife, a child and
sister? O! no! For I have done a deed to make you miserable.

_Mrs. Bev._ Why miserable? Is poverty so miserable?--The real wants
of life are few: a little industry will supply them all; and
chearfulness will follow. It is the privilege of honest industry;
and we'll enjoy it fully.

_Bev._ Never, never! O, I have told you but in part. The irrevocable
deed is done.

_Mrs. Bev._ What deed? And why do you look so at me?

_Bev._ A deed, that dooms my soul to vengeance; that seals Your
misery here, and Mine hereafter.

_Mrs. Bev._ No, no; You have a heart too good for't-- Alas! he
raves, Charlotte--his looks too terrify me--Speak comfort to him--He
can have done no deed of wickedness.

_Char._ And yet I fear the worst. What is it, brother?

_Bev._ A deed of horror.

_Jar._ Ask him no questions, madam. This last misfortune has hurt
his brain. A little time will give him patience.

SCENE VIII.

_Enter STUKELY._

_Bev._ Why is this villain here?

_Stu._ To give You liberty and safety. There's his discharge, madam.
(_Giving a paper to Mrs. Beverley_) Let him begone this moment. The
arrest last night was meant in friendship; but came too late.

_Char._ What mean you, Sir?

_Stu._ The arrest was too late, I say. I would have kept his hands
from blood, but was too late.

_Mrs. Bev._ His hands from blood! Whose blood?--O, wretch!
wretch!

_Stu._ From Lewson's blood.

_Char._ No, villain! Yet what of Lewson? Speak quickly!

_Stu._ You are ignorant then! I thought I heard the murderer at
confession.

_Char._ What murderer? And who is murdered? Not Lewson? Say he
lives, and I'll kneel down and worship you.

_Stu._ In pity, so I would; but that the tongues of all cry murder.
I came in pity, not in malice; to save the brother, not kill the
sister. Your Lewson's dead.

_Char._ O horrible! Why, who has killed him?--And yet it cannot be.
What crime had He committed that he should die? Villain! he lives!
he lives! and shall revenge these pangs.

_Mrs. Bev._ Patience, sweet Charlotte!

_Char._ O, 'tis too much for patience!

_Mrs. Bev._ He comes in pity, he says. O! execrable villain! The
friend is killed then, and this the murderer?

_Bev._ Silence, I charge you. Proceed, Sir.

_Stu._ No. Justice may stop the tale--and here's an evidence.

SCENE IX.

_Enter BATES._

_Bates._ The news, I see, has reached you. But take comfo