_Bev._ No; live, I charge you. We have a little one: though I have left him, You will not leave him. To Lewson's kindness I bequeath him--Is not this Charlotte? We have lived in love, though I have wronged you--Can you forgive me, Charlotte? _Char._ Forgive you!--O, my poor brother! _Bev._ Lend me your hand, love. So--raise me--No--'twill not be--my life is finished--O! for a few short moments to tell you how my heart bleeds for you!--That even now, thus dying as I am, dubious and fearful of hereafter, my bosom pang is for Your miseries!--Support her heaven!--And now I go--O, mercy! mercy! [_Dies._ _Lew._ Then all is over--How is it, madam? (_To Mrs. Beverley._) My poor Charlotte too! SCENE the last. _Enter JARVIS._ _Jar._ How does my master, madam? Here's help at hand--Am I too late then? [_Seeing Beverley._ _Char._ Tears! tears! why fall you not? O wretched sister!--Speak to her, Lewson--her grief is speechless. _Lew._ Remove her from this sight. Go to her, Jarvis; lead and support her. Sorrow like hers forbids complaint. Words are for lighter griefs. Some ministring angel bring her peace! (_Jarvis and Charlotte lead her off._) And Thou, poor breathless corps, may thy departed soul have found the rest it prayed for! Save but one error, and this last fatal deed, thy life was lovely. Let frailer minds take warning; and from example learn, that want of prudence is want of virtue. Follies, if uncontroul'd, of every kind, Grow into passions, and subdue the mind; With sense and reason hold superior strife, And conquer honour, nature, fame and life. EPILOGUE. Written by a FRIEND, And Spoken by Mrs. PRITCHARD.