[Dies.
Lew. Then all is over—How is it, madam? (To Mrs. Beverley.) My poor Charlotte too!
SCENE the last.
Enter Jarvis.
Jar. How does my master, madam? Here's help at hand—Am I too late then?
[Seeing Beverley.
Char. Tears! tears! why fall you not? O wretched sister!—Speak to her, Lewson—her grief is speechless.
Lew. Remove her from this sight. Go to her, Jarvis; lead and support her. Sorrow like hers forbids complaint. Words are for lighter griefs. Some ministring angel bring her peace! (Jarvis and Charlotte lead her off.) And Thou, poor breathless corps, may thy departed soul have found the rest it prayed for! Save but one error, and this last fatal deed, thy life was lovely. Let frailer minds take warning; and from example learn, that want of prudence is want of virtue.
Follies, if uncontroul'd, of every kind,
Grow into passions, and subdue the mind;
With sense and reason hold superior strife,
And conquer honour, nature, fame and life.