_Bev._ Whence are they to proceed? I have nothing left. _Stu. (Sighing) _Then we're indeed undone. What, nothing? No moveables? nor useless trinkets? Bawbles, locked up in caskets, to starve their owners? I have ventured deeply for you. _Bev._ Therefore this heart-ake; for I am lost beyond all hope. _Stu._ No : means may be found to save us. Jarvis is rich. Who made him so? This is no time for ceremony. _Bev._ And is it for dishonesty? The good old man! Shall I rob Him too? My friend would grieve for't. No; let the little that he has, buy food and cloathing for him. _Stu._ Good morning then. [_Going._ _Bev._ So hasty! Why, then good morning. _Stu._ And when we meet again, upbraid me. Say it was I that tempted you. Tell Lewson so; and tell him I have wronged you: he has suspicions of me, and will thank you. _Bev_, No; we have been companions in a rash voyage, and the same storm has wrecked us both. Mine shall be self-upbraidings. _Stu._ And will they feed us? You deal unkindly by me. I have sold and borrowed for you, while land or credit lasted; and now, when fortune should be tried, and my heart whispers me success, I am deserted; turned loose to beggary, while You have hoards. _Bev._ What hoards? Name them, and take them. _Stu._ Jewels. _Bev._ And shall this thriftless hand seize Them too? My poor, poor wife! Must she lose all? I would not wound her so. _Stu._ Nor I, but from necessity. One effort more, and fortune may grow kind. I have unusual hopes. _Bev._ Think of some other means then. _Stu._ I have; and you rejected them. _Bev._ Prithee let me be a man. _Stu._ Ay, and your friend a poor one. But I have done. And for these trinkets of a woman, why, let her keep them to deck out pride with, and shew a laughing world that she has finery to starve in. _Bev._ No; she shall yield up all. My friend demands it. But need he have talked lightly of her? The jewels that She values are truth and innocence: those will adorn her ever; and for the rest, she wore them for a husband's pride, and to his wants will give them. Alas! you know her not. Where shall we meet? _Stu._ No matter. I have changed my mind. Leave me to a prison; 'tis the reward of friendship. _Bev._ Perish mankind first! Leave you to a prison! No: fallen as you see me, I'm not that wretch. Nor would I change this heart, overcharged as 'tis with folly and misfortune, for one most prudent and most happy, if callous to a friend's distresses. _Stu._ You are too warm. _Bev._ In such a cause, not to be warm is to be frozen. Farewell. I'll meet you at your lodgings. _Stu._ Reflect a little. The jewels may be lost. Better not hazard them. I was too pressing. _Bev._ And I ungrateful. Reflection takes up time. I have no leisure for't. Within an hour expect me. [_Exit._