tless age, of gaming and extravagance, you have a face
for't.

_Bat._ A feeling too that would avoid it. We push too far; but I
have cautioned you. If it ends ill, you'll think of me; and so adieu.
[_Exit._

_Stu._ This fellow sins by halves; his fears are conscience
to him. I'll turn these fears to use. Rogues that dread shame, will
still be greater rogues to hide their guilt--This shall be thought
of. Lewson grows troublesome--we must get rid of him--he knows too
much. I have a tale for Beverley; part of it truth too. He shall
call Lewson to account. If it succeeds, 'tis well; if not, we must
try other means--But here he comes--I must dissemble.

SCENE II.

_Enter BEVERLEY._

Look to the door there! (_In a seeming fright._)--My friend!--I
thought of other visitors.

_Bev._ No: these shall guard you from them. (_Offering notes_) Take
them, and use them cautiously. The world deals hardly by us.

_Stu._ And shall I leave you destitute? No: Your wants are greatest.
Another climate may treat me kinder. The shelter of to-night takes
me from this.

_Bev._ Let these be your support then. Yet is there need of parting?
I may have means again; we'll share them, and live wisely.

_Stu._ No. I should tempt you on. Habit is nature in me; ruin can't
cure it. Even now I would be gaming. Taught by experience as I am,
and knowing this poor sum is all that's left us, I am for venturing
still. And say I am to blame; yet will this little supply our wants?
No; we must put it out to usury. Whether 'tis madness in me, or some
resistless impulse of good fortune, I yet am ignorant; but--

_Bev._ Take it, and succeed then. I'll try no more.

_Stu._ 'Tis surely impulse; it pleads so strongly--But You are
cold--we'll e'en part here then. And for this last reserve, keep it
for better uses; I'll have none on't. I thank you though, and will
seek fortune singly--One thing I had forgot--

_Bev._ What is it?

_Stu._ Perhaps, 'twere best forgotten. But I am open in my nature,
and zealous for the honour of my friend--Lewson speaks freely of you.

_Bev._ Of You I know he does.

_Stu._ I can forgive him for't; but for my friend I'm angry.

_Bev._ What says he of me?

_Stu._ That Charlotte's fortune is embezzled. He talks on't
loudly.

_Bev._ He shall be silenced then--How heard you of it?

_Stu._ From many. He questioned Bates about it. You must account
with him, he says.

_Bev._ Or He with Me--and soon too.

_Stu._ Spea