Bates. He has obliged me, and I dare not.
Stu. Why, live to shame then, to beggary and punishment. You would be privy to the deed, yet want the soul to act it. Nay more; had my designs been levelled at his fortune, you had stept in the foremost. And what is life without its comforts? Those you would rob him of; and by a lingering death, add cruelty to murder. Henceforth adieu to half-made villains—there's danger in them. What you have got is your's; keep it, and hide with it: I'll deal my future bounty to those who merit it.
Bates. What's the reward?
Stu. Equal division of our gains. I swear it, and will be just.
Bates. Think of the means then.
Stu. He's gone to Beverley's— Wait for him in the street—'tis a dark night, and fit for mischief. A dagger would be useful.
Bates. He sleeps no more.
Stu. Consider the reward! When the deed's done, I have farther business with you. Send Dawson to me.
Bates. Think it already done—and so farewel.
[Exit.