the purchaser, and there's the payment. (_Giving a pocket book._) He
thinks you rich; and so you shall be. Enquire for titles, and deal
hardly; 'twill look like honesty.

_Bat._ How if he suspects us?

_Stu._ Leave it to Me. I study hearts, and when to work upon them.
Go to your lodgings; and if we come, be busy over papers. Talk of a
thoughtless age, of gaming and extravagance, you have a face
for't.

_Bat._ A feeling too that would avoid it. We push too far; but I
have cautioned you. If it ends ill, you'll think of me; and so adieu.
[_Exit._

_Stu._ This fellow sins by halves; his fears are conscience
to him. I'll turn these fears to use. Rogues that dread shame, will
still be greater rogues to hide their guilt--This shall be thought
of. Lewson grows troublesome--we must get rid of him--he knows too
much. I have a tale for Beverley; part of it truth too. He shall
call Lewson to account. If it succeeds, 'tis well; if not, we must
try other means--But here he comes--I must dissemble.


SCENE II.

_Enter BEVERLEY._

Look to the door there! (_In a seeming fright._)--My friend!--I
thought of other visitors.