misery steal in. I have a friend shall
counsel me--This is that friend.

SCENE IV.

_Enter STUKELY._

_Stu._ How fares it, Beverley? Honest Mr. Jarvis, well met; I hoped
to find you here. That viper Williams! Was it not He that troubled
you this morning?

_Jar._ My mistress heard him then? I am sorry that she heard him.

_Bev._ And Jarvis promised payment.

_Stu._ That must not be. Tell him I'll satisfy him.

_Jar._ Will you, Sir? Heaven will reward you for't.

_Bev._ Generous Stukely! Friendship like yours, had it ability like
will, would more than ballance the wrongs of fortune.

_Stu._ You think too kindly of me. Make haste to Williams; his
clamours may be rude else.
[_To Jarvis._

_Jar._ And my master will go home again. Alas! Sir, we know of
hearts there breaking for his absence.
[_Exit._

_Bev._ Would I were dead!

_Stu._ Or turned hermit; counting a string of beads in a dark cave;
or under a weeping willow, praying for mercy on the wicked. Ha! ha!
ha! Prithee be a man, and leave dying to disease and old age.
Fortune may be ours again; at least, we'll try for't.

_Bev._ No, it has fooled us on too far.

_Stu._ Ay, ruined us; and therefore we'll sit down contented. These
are the despondings of men without money; but let the shining ore
chink in the pocket, and folly turns to wisdom. We are fortune's
children. True, she's a fickle mother; but shall We droop because
She's peevish? No; she has smiles in store. And these her frowns are
meant to brighten them.

_Bev._ Is this a time for levity? But You are single in the ruin,
and therefore may talk lightly of it. With Me 'tis complicated misery.

_Stu._ You censure me unjustly. I but assumed these spirits to chear
my friend. Heaven knows he wants a comforter.

_Bev._ What new misfortune?

_Stu._ I would have brought you money; but lenders want securities.
What's to be done? All that was mine is yours already.

_Bev._ And there's the weight that sinks me. I have undone my friend
too; one, who to save a drowning wretch, reached out his hand, and
perished with him.

_Stu._ Have better thoughts.

_Bev._ Whence are they to proceed? I have nothing left.

_Stu. (Sighing) _Then we're indeed undone. What, nothing? No
moveables? nor useless trinkets? Bawbles, locked up in caskets, to
starve their owners? I have ventured deeply for you.

_Bev._ Therefore this heart-ake; for I am lost beyond all hope.

_Stu._ No : means may be found to s