SCENE V.

Mr. ANDREWS's house.

ANDREWS and JEFFERSON.

ANDREWS. What,--my old faithful steward!--O! impossible.
And yet, this finding of the secret key
Of the cash-chest, (with which he charg'd my wife)
And medals in his trunk--but then the letter,
Giving me information of this matter
Has not the writer's name--that causes doubt--
Then, his surprize, which seem'd so unaffected,
With his most fim behaviour, so unlike
The consciousness of gulit, when in his presence
They were discover'd there, favour him much.
Wherefore, till this affair be further canvass'd
I wou'd not fend him to a public prison. [He walks to and fro.]

JEFFERSON. I shall obey.--He never judg'd more justly. [Aside,
as he goes off.]

Enter a Servant, with a letter to Mr. ANDREWS, which he reads.

ANDREWS. The Speedwell cast away! a heavy loss!
Ills upon Ills in train pursue each other.
Heard you of this before?