you see me, I'm not that wretch. Nor would I change this heart,
overcharged as 'tis with folly and misfortune, for one most prudent
and most happy, if callous to a friend's distresses.

_Stu._ You are too warm.

_Bev._ In such a cause, not to be warm is to be frozen. Farewell.
I'll meet you at your lodgings.

_Stu._ Reflect a little. The jewels may be lost. Better not hazard
them. I was too pressing.

_Bev._ And I ungrateful. Reflection takes up time. I have no leisure
for't. Within an hour expect me.
[_Exit._

_Stu._ The thoughtless, shallow prodigal! We shall have sport at
night then--But hold--the jewels are not ours yet. The lady may
refuse them. The husband may relent too. 'Tis more than probable--I'll
write a note to Beverley, and the contents shall spur him to demand
them. But am I grown this rogue through avarice? No; I have warmer
motives: love and revenge. Ruin the husband, and the wife's virtue
may be bid for. 'Tis of uncertain value, and sinks, or rises in the
purchase, as want, or wealth, or passion governs. The poor part
cheaply with it; rich dames, though pleased with selling, will have
high prices for't; your love-sick girls give it for oaths and lying;
but wives, who boast of honour and affections, keep it against a
famine. Why, let the famine come then; I am in haste to purchase.