and be men.
[_Exeunt._

SCENE V. _changes to a prison._

_BEVERLEY is discovered sitting. After a short pause, he starts up,
and comes forward._

_Bev._ Why, there's an end then. I have judged deliberately, and the
result is death. How the self-murderer's account may stand, I know
not. But this I know; the load of hateful life oppresses me too
much. The horrors of my soul are more than I can bear--(_Offers to
kneel_) Father of mercy!--I cannot pray--Despair has laid his iron
hand upon me, and sealed me for perdition--Conscience! conscience!
thy clamours are too loud--Here's that shall silence them. (_Takes a
vial out of his pocket, and looks at it._) Thou art most friendly to
the miserable. Come then, thou cordial for sick minds! come to my
heart! (_Drinks_) O, that the grave would bury memory as well as
body! For if the soul sees and feels the sufferings of those dear
ones it leaves behind, the EVERLASTING has no vengeance to torment
it deeper--I'll think no more on't--Reflection comes too late. Once
there was a time for't--but now 'tis past--Who's there?

SCENE VI.

_Enter JARVIS._

_Jar._ One that hoped to see you with better looks. Why do you turn
so from me? I have brought comfort with me--And see who comes to
give it welcome!

_Bev._ My wife and sister! Why, 'tis but one pang more then, and
farewel world.
[_Aside._

SCENE VII.

_Enter Mrs. BEVERLEY, and CHARLOTTE._

_Mrs. Bev._ Where is he? (_Runs and embraces him_) O, I have him!
I have him! And now they shall never part us more! I have news, love,
to make you happy for ever--but don't look coldly on me.

_Char._ How is it, brother?

_Mrs. Bev._ Alas! he hears us not. Speak to me, love. I have no
heart to see you thus.

_Bev._ Nor I to bear the sense of so much shame. This is a sad place.

_Mrs. Bev._ We come to take you from it; to tell you that the world
goes well again; that providence has seen our sorrows, and sent the
means to heal them--Your uncle died yesterday.

_Bev._ My uncle!--No, do not say so--O! I am sick at heart!

_Mrs. Bev._ Indeed!--I meant to bring you comfort. _Bev._ Tell me he
lives then--If you would give me comfort, tell me he lives.

_Mrs. Bev._ And if I did, I have no power to raise the dead. He died
yesterday.

_Bev._ And I am heir to him?

_Jar._ To his whole estate, Sir--But bear it patiently.

_Bev._ Well, well--(_Pausing_) Why, fame says I am rich then?

_Mrs. Bev._ And truly so--Why do y