_Mrs. Bev._ What thoughts? I have no thoughts that wrong my
husband.

_Stu._ Such thoughts indeed would wrong him. The world is full of
slander; and every wretch that knows himself unjust, charges his
neighbour with like passions; and by the general frailty, hides his
own. If you are wise, and would be happy, turn a deaf ear to such
reports: 'tis ruin to believe them.

_Mrs. Bev._ Ay, worse than ruin. 'Twould be to sin against
conviction. Why was it mentioned?

_Stu._ To guard you against rumour. The sport of half mankind is
mischief; and for a single error they make men devils. If their
tales reach you, disbelieve them.

_Mrs. Bev._ What tales? By whom? Why told? I have heard nothing; or
if I had, with all his errors, my Beverley's firm faith admits no
doubt. It is my safety; my seat of rest and joy, while the storm
threatens round me. I'll not forsake it. (_Stukely sighs, and looks
down_) Why turn you from me? And why that sigh?

_Stu._ I was attentive, madam; and sighs will come we know not why.
Perhaps I have been too busy. If it should seem so, impute my zeal
to friendship, that meant to guard you against evil tongues. Your
Beverley is wronged; slandered most vilely. My life upon his truth.

_Mrs. Bev._ And mine too. Who is't that doubts it? But no matter--I
am prepared, Sir.--Yet why this caution?--You are my husband's