SCENE IX. changes to STUKELY’S_._

Enter STUKELY, and DAWSON.

Stu. Come hither, Dawson.  My limbs are on the rack, and my soul shivers in me, till this night’s business be complete.  Tell me thy thoughts:  is Bates determined? or does he waver?

Daw. At first he seemed irresolute; wished the employment had been mine; and muttered curses on his coward hand, that trembled at the deed.

Stu. And did he leave you so?

Daw. No.  We walked together; and sheltered by the darkness, saw Beverley and Lewson in warm debate.  But soon they cooled; and then I left them, to hasten hither; but not till ’twas resolved Lewson should die.

Stu. Thy words have given me life.  That quarrel too was fortunate; for if my hopes deceive me not, it promises a grave to Beverley.

Daw. You misconceive me.  Lewson and he were friends.

Stu. But My prolific brain shall make them enemies.  If Lewson falls, he falls by Beverley:  an upright jury shall decree it.  Ask me no questions, but do as I direct.  This writ (Takes out a pocket book) for some days past, I have treasured here, till a convenient time called for its use.  That time is come.  Take it, and give it to an officer.  It must be served this instant.
    [Gives a paper.

Daw. On Beverley?

Stu. Look at it.  ’Tis for the sums that I have lent him.

Daw. Must he to prison then?

Stu. I asked obedience; not replies.  This night a jail must be his lodging.  ’Tis probable he’s not gone home yet.  Wait at his door, and see it executed.

Daw. Upon a beggar?  He has no means of payment.

Stu. Dull and insensible!  If Lewson dies, who was it killed him?  Why, he that was seen quarrelling with him; and I that knew of Beverley’s intents, arrested him in friendship—­A little late, perhaps; but ’twas a virtuous act, and men will thank me for it.  Now, Sir, you understand me?

Daw. Most perfectly; and will about it.

Stu. Haste then; and when ’tis done, come back and tell me.

Daw. ’Till then farewel.
    [Exit.

Stu. Now tell thy tale, fond wife!  And, Lewson, if again thou can’st insult me, I’ll kneel and own thee for my master.

Not av’rice now, but vengeance fires my breast And one short hour must make me curst, or blest.

    [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Enter STUKELY, BATES, and DAWSON.

Bates. Poor Lewson!  But I told you enough last night.  The thoughts of him are horrible to me.

Stu. In the street, did you say?  And no one near him?

Bates. By his own door; he was leading me to his house.  I pretended business with him, and stabbed him to the heart, while he was reaching at the bell.