prompts it. Pity such friendship should be so placed!

_Bev._ Again, Sir!--But I'll bear too. You wrong him, Lewson, and
will be sorry for't.

_Char._ Ay, when 'tis proved he wrongs him. The world is full of
hypocrites.

_Bev._ And Stukely one--So you'd infer, I think. I'll hear no more
of this--My heart akes for him--I have undone him.

_Lew._ The world says otherwise.

_Bev._ The world is false then. I have business with you, love. (_To
Mrs. Beverley._) We'll leave them to their rancour.
[_Going._

_Char._ No. We shall find room within for't. Come this way,
Sir.
[_To Lewson._

_Lew._ Another time my friend will thank me; that time is hastening
too.
[_Exit with Charlotte._

_Bev._ They hurt me beyond bearing. Is Stukely false? Then honesty
has left us!

'Twere sinning against heaven to think so.