_Bev._ The coward's stale acquittance. Who, when he spreads foul calumny abroad, and dreads just vengeance on him, cries out, what mean you, I understand you not. _Lew._ Coward, and calumny! Whence are these words? But I forgive, and pity you. _Bev._ Your pity had been kinder to my fame. But you have traduced it; told a vile story to the public ear, that I have wronged my sister. _Lew._ 'Tis false. Shew me the man that dares accuse me. _Bev._ I thought you brave, and of a soul superior to low malice; but I have found you, and will have vengeance. This is no place for argument. _Lew._ Nor shall it be for violence. Imprudent man! who in revenge for fancied injuries, would pierce the heart that loves him! But honest friendship acts from itself, unmoved by slander, or ingratitude. The life you thirst for, shall be employed to serve you. _Bev._ 'Tis thus you would compound then! First do a wrong beyond forgiveness; and to redress it, load me with kindness unsolicited. I'll not receive it. Your zeal is troublesbme. _Lew._ No matter. It shall be useful. _Bev._ It will not be accepted. _Lew._ It must. You know me not. _Bev._ Yes; for the slanderer of my fame: who under shew of friendship, arraigns me of injustice; buzzing in every ear foul breach of trust, and family dishonour. _Lew._ Have I done this? Who told you so? _Bev._ The world. 'Tis talked of everywhere. It pleased you to add threats too: you were to call me to account --Why, do it now then; I shall be proud of such an arbiter. _Lew._ Put up your sword, and know me better. I never injured you. The base suggestion comes from Stukely: I see him and his aims. _Bev._ What aims? I'll not conceal it; _'twas_ Stukely that accused you. _Lew._ To rid him of an enemy: perhaps of two. He fears discovery, and frames a tale of falsehood, to ground revenge and murder on. _Bev._ I must have proof of this. _Lew._ Wait till to-morrow then. _Bev._ I will. _Lew._ Good night. I go to serve you. Forget what's past, as I do; and chear your family with smiles. To-morrow may confirm them, and make all happy. [_Exit._ _Bev._ (_Pausing_) How vile, and how absurd is man! His boasted honour is but another name for pride; which easier bears the consciousness of guilt, than the world's just reproofs. But 'tis the fashion of the times; and in defence of falsehood and false honour, men die martyrs. I knew not that my nature was so bad. [_Stands musing._ SCENE VIII. _Enter BATES, and JARVIS._ _Jar._ This way the noise was--and yonder's my poor master. _Bates._ I heard him at high words with Lewson. The cause I know not. _Jar._ I heard him too. Misfortunes vex him. _Bates._ Go to him, and lead him home--But he comes this way--I'll not be seen by him. [_Exit._ _Bev._ (_Starting._) What fellow's that? (_Seeing Jarvis_). Art thou a murderer, friend? Come, lead the way; I have a hand as mischievous as thine; a heart as desperate too--Jarvis!--To bed, old man, the cold will chill thee.