_Bev._ No, it has fooled us on too far.

_Stu._ Ay, ruined us; and therefore we'll sit down contented. These
are the despondings of men without money; but let the shining ore
chink in the pocket, and folly turns to wisdom. We are fortune's
children. True, she's a fickle mother; but shall We droop because
She's peevish? No; she has smiles in store. And these her frowns are
meant to brighten them.

_Bev._ Is this a time for levity? But You are single in the ruin,
and therefore may talk lightly of it. With Me 'tis complicated misery.

_Stu._ You censure me unjustly. I but assumed these spirits to chear
my friend. Heaven knows he wants a comforter.

_Bev._ What new misfortune?

_Stu._ I would have brought you money; but lenders want securities.
What's to be done? All that was mine is yours already.

_Bev._ And there's the weight that sinks me. I have undone my friend
too; one, who to save a drowning wretch, reached out his hand, and
perished with him.

_Stu._ Have better thoughts.

_Bev._ Whence are they to proceed? I have nothing left.

_Stu. (Sighing) _Then we're indeed undone. What, nothing? No