Stu. From poverty and prisons—No matter whither. If fortune changes you may hear from me.
Bev. May these be prosperous then. (Offering the notes, which he refuses) Nay, they are yours; I have sworn it, and will have nothing. Take them and use them.
Stu. Singly I will not. My cares are for my friend; for his lost fortune, and ruined family. All separate interests I disclaim. Together we have fallen; together we must rise. My heart, my honour, both will have it so.
Bev. I am weary of being fooled.
Stu. And so am I. Here let us part then. These bodings of good-fortune shall be stifled; I'll call them folly, and forget them. This one embrace, and then farewel.
[Offering to embrace.
Bev. No; stay a moment—How my poor heart's distracted! I have these bodings too; but whether caught from You, or prompted by my good or evil genius, I know not—The trial shall determine—And yet, my wife—
Stu. Ay, ay, she'll chide.
Bev. No; My chidings are all here.
[Pointing to his heart.