Mrs. Bev. Alas! why so? You shall live long and happily.
Lew. While shame and punishment shall rack that viper. (Pointing to Stukely) The tale is short. I was too busy in his secrets, and therefore doomed to die. Bates, to prevent the murder, undertook it. I kept aloof to give it credit—
Char. And gave Me pangs unutterable.
Lew. I felt them all, and would have told you; but vengeance wanted ripening. The villain's scheme was but half executed. The arrest by Dawson followed the supposed murder: and now, depending on his once wicked associates, he comes to fix the guilt on Beverley.
Mrs. Bev. O! execrable wretch!
Bates. Dawson and I are witnesses of this.
Lew. And of a thousand frauds. His friend undone by sharpers and false dice; and Stukely sole contriver, and possessor of all.
Daw. Had he but stopt on this side murder, we had been villains still.
Mrs. Bev. Thus heaven turns evil into good; and by permitting sin, warns men to virtue.
Lew. Yet punishes the instrument. So shall our laws; though not with death. But death were mercy. Shame, beggary, and imprisonment, unpitied misery, the stings of conscience, and the curses of mankind shall make life hateful to him—till at last, his own hand end him. How does my friend?