Bev. Prithee let me be a man.
Stu. Ay, and your friend a poor one. But I have done. And for these trinkets of a woman, why, let her keep them to deck out pride with, and shew a laughing world that she has finery to starve in.
Bev. No; she shall yield up all. My friend demands it. But need he have talked lightly of her? The jewels that She values are truth and innocence: those will adorn her ever; and for the rest, she wore them for a husband's pride, and to his wants will give them. Alas! you know her not. Where shall we meet?
Stu. No matter. I have changed my mind. Leave me to a prison; 'tis the reward of friendship.
Bev. Perish mankind first! Leave you to a prison! No: fallen as you see me, I'm not that wretch. Nor would I change this heart, overcharged as 'tis with folly and misfortune, for one most prudent and most happy, if callous to a friend's distresses.
Stu. You are too warm.
Bev. In such a cause, not to be warm is to be frozen. Farewell. I'll meet you at your lodgings.
Stu. Reflect a little. The jewels may be lost. Better not hazard them. I was too pressing.
Bev. And I ungrateful. Reflection takes up time. I have no leisure for't. Within an hour expect me.
[Exit.