Daw. On Beverley?
Stu. Look at it. 'Tis for the sums that I have lent him.
Daw. Must he to prison then?
Stu. I asked obedience; not replies. This night a jail must be his lodging. 'Tis probable he's not gone home yet. Wait at his door, and see it executed.
Daw. Upon a beggar? He has no means of payment.
Stu. Dull and insensible! If Lewson dies, who was it killed him? Why, he that was seen quarrelling with him; and I that knew of Beverley's intents, arrested him in friendship—A little late, perhaps; but 'twas a virtuous act, and men will thank me for it. Now, Sir, you understand me?
Daw. Most perfectly; and will about it.
Stu. Haste then; and when 'tis done, come back and tell me.
Daw. 'Till then farewel.
[Exit.