_Char._ Hark! I hear one at the door. _Jar._ And Lucy comes to tell us--We'll away this moment. _Mrs. Bev._ To comfort him, or die with him. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _changes to STUKELY's lodgings_. _Enter STUKELY, BATES, and DAWSON._ _Stu._ Here's presumptive evidence at least: or if we want more, why, we must swear more. But all unwillingly: we gain credit by reluctance. I have told you how to proceed. Beverley must die. We hunt him in view now, and must not slacken in the chace. 'Tis either death for Him, or shame and punishment for Us. Think of that, and remember your instructions. You, Bates, must to the prison immediately: I would be there but a few minutes before you. And you, Dawson, must follow in a few minutes after. So here we divide--But answer me; are you resolved upon this business like men? _Bates._ Like villains rather--But you may depend upon us. _Stu._ Like what we are then--You make no answer, Dawson--Compassion, I suppose, has seized you. _Daw._ No; I have disclaimed it. My answer is Bates's--You may depend upon me. _Stu._ Consider the reward! Riches and security! I have sworn to divide with you to the last shilling. So here we separate, till we meet in prison. Remember your instructions, and be men. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V. _changes to a prison._ _BEVERLEY is discovered sitting. After a short pause, he starts up, and comes forward._ _Bev._ Why, there's an end then. I have judged deliberately, and the result is death. How the self-murderer's account may stand, I know not. But this I know; the load of hateful life oppresses me too much. The horrors of my soul are more than I can bear--(_Offers to kneel_) Father of mercy!--I cannot pray--Despair has laid his iron hand upon me, and sealed me for perdition--Conscience! conscience! thy clamours are too loud--Here's that shall silence them. (_Takes a vial out of his pocket, and looks at it._) Thou art most friendly to the miserable. Come then, thou cordial for sick minds! come to my heart! (_Drinks_) O, that the grave would bury memory as well as body! For if the soul sees and feels the sufferings of those dear ones it leaves behind, the EVERLASTING has no vengeance to torment it deeper--I'll think no more on't--Reflection comes too late. Once there was a time for't--but now 'tis past--Who's there? SCENE VI. _Enter JARVIS._ _Jar._ One that hoped to see you with better looks. Why do you turn so from me? I have brought comfort with me--And see who comes to give it welcome! _Bev._ My wife and sister! Why, 'tis but one pang more then, and farewel world. [_Aside._ SCENE VII. _Enter Mrs. BEVERLEY, and CHARLOTTE._ _Mrs. Bev._ Where is he? (_Runs and embraces him_) O, I have him! I have him! And now they shall never part us more! I have news, love, to make you happy for ever--but don't look coldly on me. _Char._ How is it, brother? _Mrs. Bev._ Alas! he hears us not. Speak to me, love. I have no heart to see you thus.