Stu. There let him lie, till we have farther business with him. And for You, Sir, let me hear no more of your compassion. A fellow nursed in villainy, and employed from childhood in the business of hell, should have no dealings with compassion.
Daw. Say you so, Sir? You should have named the devil that tempted me.
Stu. 'Tis false. I found you a villain; therefore employed you—But no more of this—We have embarked too far in mischief to recede. Lewson is dead; and we are all principals in his murder. Think of that. There's time enough for pity, when ourselves are out of danger. Beverley still lives, though in a jail. His ruin will sit heavy on him; and discoveries may be made to undo us all. Something must be done, and speedily. You saw him quarrelling with Lewson in the street last night?
[To Bates.
Bates. I did; his steward, Jarvis, saw him too.
Stu. And shall attest it. Here's matter to work upon. An unwilling evidence carries weight with him. Something of my design I have hinted t'you before. Beverley must be the author of this murder; and We the parties to convict him. But how to proceed, will require time and thought—Come along with Me; the room within is fitter for privacy. But no compassion, Sir—(To Dawson) We want leisure for't—This way.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II. changes to Beverley's lodgings.
Enter Mrs. Beverley, and Charlotte.
Mrs. Bev. No news of Lewson yet?