The Gamester | Page 6

shall learn prudence, and from his mother's resignation, patience. Poverty has no such terrors in it as you imagine. There's no condition of life, sickness and pain excepted, where happiness is excluded. The needy peasant, who rises early to his labour, enjoys more welcome rest at night for't. His bread is sweeter to him; his home happier; his family dearer; his enjoyments surer. The sun that rouses him in the morning, sets in the evening to release him. All situations have their comforts, if sweet contentment dwell in the heart. But my poor Beverley has none. The thought of having ruined those he loves, is misery for ever to him. Would I could ease his mind of That!
_Char._ If He alone were ruined, 'twere just he should be punished. He is my brother, 'tis true; but when I think of what he has done; of the fortune You brought him; of his own large estate too, squandered away upon this vilest of passions, and among the vilest of wretches! O! I have no patience! My own little fortune is untouched, he says: would I were sure on't!
_Mrs. Bev._ And so you may; 'twould be a sin to doubt it.
_Char._ I will be sure on't. 'Twas madness in me to give it to his management. But I'll demand it from him this morning. I have a melancholy occasion for't.
_Mrs. Bev._ What occasion?
_Char._ To support a sister.
_Mrs. Bev._ No; I have no need on't. Take it, and reward a lover with it. The generous Lewson deserves much more. Why won't you make him happy?
_Char._ Because my sister's miserable.
_Mrs. Bev._ You must not think so. I have my jewels left yet. I'll sell them to supply our wants; and when all's gone these hands shall toil for our support. The poor should be industrious--Why those tears, Charlotte?
_Char._ They flow in pity for you.
_Mrs. Bev._ All may be well yet. When he has nothing to lose, I shall fetter him in these arms again; and then what is it to be poor?
_Char._ Cure him but of this destructive passion, and my uncle's death may retrieve all yet.
_Mrs. Bev._ Ay, Charlotte, could we cure him. But the disease of play admits no cure but poverty; and the loss of another fortune would but encrease his shame and his affliction. Will Mr. Lewson call this morning?
_Char._ He said so last night. He gave me hints too, that he had suspicions of our friend Stukely.
_Mrs. Bev._ Not of treachery to your Brother? That he loves play I know; but surely he is honest.
_Char._ He would fain be thought so; therefore I doubt him. Honesty needs no pains to set itself off.
_Mrs. Bev._ What now, Lucy?
SCENE II.
_Enter LUCY._
Lucy. Your old steward, madam. I had not the heart to deny him admittance, the good old man begged so hard for it. [_Exit._
SCENE III.
_Enter JARVIS._
_Mrs. Bev._ Is this well, Jarvis? I desired you to avoid me.
_Jar._ Did you, madam? I am an old man, and had forgot. Perhaps too you forbad my tears; but I am old, madam, and age will be forgetful.
_Mrs. Bev._ The faithful creature! how he moves me! [_To Charlotte._
_Char._ Not to have seen him had been cruelty.
_Jar._ I have forgot these apartments too. I remember none such in my young master's house; and yet I have lived in't these five and twenty years. His good father would not have dismissed me.
_Mrs. Bev._ He had no reason, Jarvis.
_Jar._ I was faithful to him while he lived, and when he died, he bequeathed me to his son. I have been faithful to Him too.
_Mrs. Bev._ I know it, I know it, Jarvis.
_Char._ We both know it.
_Jar._ I am an old man, madam, and have not a long time to live. I asked but to have died with him, and he dismissed me.
_Mrs. Bev._ Prithee no more of this! 'Twas his poverty that dismissed you.
_Jar._ Is he indeed so poor then? Oh! he was the joy of my old heart. But must his creditors have all? And have they sold his house too? His father built it when He was but a prating boy. The times I have carried him in these arms! And, Jarvis, says he, when a beggar has asked charity of me, why should people be poor? You shan't be poor, Jarvis; if I was a king, nobody should be poor. Yet He is poor. And then he was so brave!--O, he was a brave little boy! And yet so merciful, he'd not have killed the gnat that stung him.
_Mrs. Bev._ Speak to him, Charlotte; for I cannot.
_Char._ When I have wiped my eyes.
_Jar._ I have a little money, madam; it might have been more, but I have loved the poor. All that I have is yours.
_Mrs. Bev._ No, Jarvis; we have enough yet. I thank