little, that little had been still my own. But plenty leads to
waste; and shallow streams maintain their currents, while swelling
rivers beat down their banks, and leave their channels empty. What
had I to do with play? I wanted nothing. My wishes and my means were
equal. The poor followed me with blessings; love scattered roses on
my pillow, and morning waked me to delight.--O, bitter thought! that
leads to what I was, by what I am! I would forget both--Who's there?


SCENE II.

_Enter a WAITER._

_Wait._ A gentleman, Sir, enquires for you.

_Bev._ He might have used less ceremony. Stukely I suppose?

_Wait._ No, Sir; a stranger.

_Bev._ Well, shew him in. (_Exit Waiter._) A messenger from Stukely
then. From Him that has undone me! Yet all in friendship; and now he
lends me from his little, to bring back fortune to me.


SCENE III.

_Enter JARVIS._

Jarvis! Why this intrusion?--Your absence had been kinder.