Lew. No matter, madam. I can bear this, and praise the heart that prompts it. Pity such friendship should be so placed!
Bev. Again, Sir!—But I'll bear too. You wrong him, Lewson, and will be sorry for't.
Char. Ay, when 'tis proved he wrongs him. The world is full of hypocrites.
Bev. And Stukely one—So you'd infer, I think. I'll hear no more of this—My heart akes for him—I have undone him.
Lew. The world says otherwise.
Bev. The world is false then. I have business with you, love. (To Mrs. Beverley.) We'll leave them to their rancour.
[Going.
Char. No. We shall find room within for't. Come this way, Sir.
[To Lewson.
Lew. Another time my friend will thank me; that time is hastening too.