Stu. Go on, Sir. I have deserved this from you.
Bev. And curses everlasting. Time is too scanty for them.
Stu. What have I done?
Bev. What the arch-devil of old did—soothed with false hopes, for certain ruin.
Stu. Myself unhurt; nay, pleased at your destruction—So your words mean. Why, tell it to the world: I am too poor to find a friend in't.
Bev. A friend! What's he? I had a friend.
Stu. And have one still.
Bev. Ay; I'll tell you of this friend. He found me happiest of the happy; fortune and honour crowned me; and love and peace lived in my heart. One spark of folly lurked there; That too he found; and by deceitful breath, blew it to flames that have consumed me. This friend were You to Me.
Stu. A little more perhaps—The friend who gave his all to save you; and not succeeding, chose ruin with you. But no matter—I have undone you, and am a villain.
Bev. No; I think not. The villains are within.