[Exit with Charlotte.
Bev. They hurt me beyond bearing. Is Stukely false? Then honesty has left us!
'Twere sinning against heaven to think so.
Mrs. Bev. I never doubted him.
Bev. No; You are charity. Meekness and ever-during patience live in that heart, and love that knows no change—Why did I ruin you?
Mrs. Bev. You have not ruined me. I have no wants when You are present, nor wishes in your absence, but to be blest with your return. Be but resigned to what has happened, and I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
Bev. My generous girl!—But memory will be busy; still crowding on my thoughts, to sour the present by the past. I have another pang too.
Mrs. Bev. Tell it, and let me cure it.
Bev. That friend, that generous friend, whose fame they have traduced—I have undone Him too. While he had means, he lent me largely; and now a prison must be his portion.
Mrs. Bev. No; I hope otherwise.