quite sunk and spiritless. Will you excuse me, Sir? I'll to my
chamber, and try to rest a little.

_Stu._ Good thoughts go with you, madam.
[_Exit Mrs. Beverley._
My bait is taken then. (_Aside._) Poor Mrs. Beverley! How my heart
grieves to see her thus!

_Char._ Cure her, and be a friend then.

_Stu._ How cure her, madam?

_Char._ Reclaim my brother.

_Stu._ Ay; give him a new creation; or breathe another soul into
him. I'll think on't, madam. Advice, I see, is thankless.

_Char._ Useless I am sure it is, if through mistaken friendship, or
other motives, you feed his passion with your purse, and sooth it by
example. Physicians, to cure fevers, keep from the patient's thirsty
lip the cup that would inflame him; You give it to his hands. (_A
knocking._) Hark, Sir! These are my brother's desperate symptoms.
Another creditor.

_Stu._ One not so easily got rid of--What, Lewson!


SCENE VI.