Enter Lewson.
Lew. An enemy. An open and avowed one.
Stu. Why am I thus broke in upon? This house is mine, Sir; and should protect me from insult and ill-manners.
Lew. Guilt has no place of sanctuary; wherever found, 'tis virtue's lawful game. The fox's hold, and tyger's den, are no security against the hunter.
Stu. Your business, Sir?
Lew. To tell you that I know you—Why this confusion? That look of guilt and terror? Is Beverley awake? Or has his wife told tales? The man that dares like You, should have a soul to justify his deeds, and courage to confront accusers. Not with a coward's fear to shrink beneath reproof.
Stu. Who waits there?
[Aloud, and in confusion.
Lew. By heaven, he dies that interrupts us. (Shutting the door.) You should have weighed your strength, Sir; and then, instead of climbing to high fortune, the world had marked you for what you are, a little paultry villain.
Stu. You think I fear you.