The Gamester (1753) Part 13

_Mrs. Bev._ Let him be well too, and I am satisfied. (_Goes to the door, and listens._) No; 'tis another's voice; his had been music to me. Who is it, Lucy?

SCENE VII.

_Re-enter LUCY with STUKELY._

_Lucy._ Mr. Stukely, madam.

[_Exit._

_Stu._ To meet you thus alone, madam, was what I wished. Unseasonable visits, when friends.h.i.+p warrants them, need no excuse; therefore I make none.

_Mrs. Bev._ What mean you, Sir? And where's your friend?

_Stu._ Men may have secrets, madam, which their best friends are not admitted to. We parted in the morning, not soon to meet again.

_Mrs. Bev._ You mean to leave us then? To leave your country too?

I am no stranger to your reasons, and pity your misfortunes.

_Stu._ Your pity has undone you. Could Beverley do this? That letter was a false one; a mean contrivance, to rob you of your jewels.

I wrote it not.

_Mrs. Bev._ Impossible! Whence came it then?

_Stu._ Wronged as I am, madam, I must speak plainly--

_Mrs. Bev._ Do so, and ease me. Your hints have troubled me.

Reports, you say, are stirring--Reports of whom? You wished me not to credit them. What, Sir, are these reports?

_Stu._ I thought them slander, madam; and cautioned you in friends.h.i.+p; left from officious tongues the tale had reached you, with double aggravation.

_Mrs. Bev._ Proceed, Sir.

_Stu._ It is a debt due to my fame, due to an injured wife too--We both are injured.

_Mrs. Bev._ How injured? and who has injured us?

_Stu._ My friend, your husband.

_Mrs. Bev._ You would resent for both then? But know, Sir, My injuries are my own, and do not need a champion.

_Stu._ Be not too hasty, madam. I come not in resentment, but for acquittance. You thought me poor; and to the feigned distresses of a friend gave up your jewels.

_Mrs. Bev._ I gave them to a husband.

_Stu._ Who gave them to a--

_Mrs. Bev._ What? Whom did he give them to?

_Stu._ A mistress.

_Mrs. Bev._ No; on my life he did not.

_Stu._ Himself confessed it, with curses on her avarice.

_Mrs. Bev._ I'll not believe it. He has no mistress--or if he has, why is it told to Me?

_Stu._ To guard you against insults. He told me, that to move you to compliance, he forged that letter, pretending I was ruined; ruined by Him too. The fraud succeeded; and what a trusting wife bestowed in pity, was lavished on a wanton.

_Mrs. Bev._ Then I am lost indeed; and my afflictions are too powerful for me. His follies I have borne without upbraiding, and saw the approach of poverty without a tear. My affections, my strong affections supported me through every trial.

_Stu._ Be patient, madam.

_Mrs. Bev._ Patient! The barbarous man! And does he think my tenderness of heart is his security for wounding it? But he shall find that injuries such as these, can arm my weakness for vengeance and redress.

_Stu._ Ha! then I may succeed. (_Aside._) Redress is in your power.

_Mrs. Bev._ What redress?

_Stu._ Forgive me, madam, if in my zeal to serve you, I hazard your displeasure. Think of your wretched state. Already want surrounds you. Is it in patience to bear That? To see your helpless little one robbed of his birth-right? A sister too, with unavailing tears, lamenting her lost fortune? No comfort left you, but ineffectual pity from the Few, out-weighed by insults from the Many?

_Mrs. Bev._ Am I so lost a creature? Well, Sir, my redress?

_Stu._ To be resolved is to secure it. The marriage vow, once violated, is in the sight of heaven dissolved--Start not, but hear me! 'Tis now the summer of your youth; time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. Then use your beauty wisely; and, freed by injuries, fly from the cruellest of men, for shelter with the kindest.

_Mrs. Bev._ And who is He?

_Stu._ A friend to the unfortunate; a bold one too; who while the storm is bursting on your brow, and lightening flas.h.i.+ng from your eyes, dares tell you that he loves you.

_Mrs. Bev._ Would that these eyes had heaven's own lightening! that with a look, thus I might blast thee! Am I then fallen so low? Has poverty so humbled me, that I should listen to a h.e.l.lish offer, and sell my soul for bread? O, villain! villain!--But now I know thee, and thank thee for the knowledge.

_Stu._ If you are wife, you shall have cause to thank me.

_Mrs. Bev._ An injured husband too shall thank thee.

_Stu._ Yet know, proud woman, I have a heart as stubborn as your own; as haughty and imperious: and as it loves, so can it hate.

_Mrs. Bev._ Mean, despicable villain! I scorn thee, and thy threats.

Was it for this that Beverley was false? That his too credulous wife should in despair and vengeance give up her honour to a wretch? But he shall know it, and vengeance shall be his.

_Stu._ Why send him for defiance then. Tell him I love his wife; but that a worthless husband forbids our union. I'll make a widow of you, and court you honourably.

_Mrs. Bev._ O, coward! coward! thy soul will shrink at him. Yet in the thought of what may happen, I feel a woman's fears. Keep thy own secret, and begone. Who's there?

SCENE VIII.

_Enter LUCY._

Your absence, Sir, would please me.