Bev. To hope must be to act. The charitable wish feeds not the hungry. Something must be done.
Mrs. Bev. What?
Bev. In bitterness of heart he told me, just now he told me, I had undone him. Could I hear that, and think of happiness? No; I have disclaimed it, while He is miserable.
Mrs. Bev. The world may mend with us, and then we may be grateful. There's comfort in that hope.
Bev. Ay; 'tis the sick man's cordial, his promised cure; while in preparing it, the patient dies.—What now?
SCENE VIII.
Enter Lucy.
Lucy. A letter, Sir.
[Delivers it, and exit.
Bev. The hand is Stukely's.