_Stu._ Jewels.

_Bev._ And shall this thriftless hand seize Them too? My poor, poor
wife! Must she lose all? I would not wound her so.

_Stu._ Nor I, but from necessity. One effort more, and fortune may
grow kind. I have unusual hopes.

_Bev._ Think of some other means then.

_Stu._ I have; and you rejected them.

_Bev._ Prithee let me be a man.

_Stu._ Ay, and your friend a poor one. But I have done. And for
these trinkets of a woman, why, let her keep them to deck out pride
with, and shew a laughing world that she has finery to starve
in.

_Bev._ No; she shall yield up all. My friend demands it. But need he
have talked lightly of her? The jewels that She values are truth and
innocence: those will adorn her ever; and for the rest, she wore
them for a husband's pride, and to his wants will give them. Alas!
you know her not. Where shall we meet?

_Stu._ No matter. I have changed my mind. Leave me to a prison; 'tis
the reward of friendship.

_Bev._ Perish mankind first! Leave you to a prison! No: fallen as