The Gamester | Page 7

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 you though, and
will deserve your goodness.
_Jar._ But shall I see my master? And will he let me attend him in his
distresses? I'll be no expence to him: and 'twill kill me to be refused.
Where is he, madam?
_Mrs. Bev._ Not at home, Jarvis. You shall see him another time.
_Char._ To-morrow, or the next day. O, Jarvis! what a change is here!
_Jar._ A change indeed, madam! My old heart akes at it. And yet
methinks--But here's somebody coming.
SCENE IV.
_Enter LUCY with STUKELY._
_Lucy._ Mr. Stukely, Madam. [_Exit._

_Stu._ Good morning to you, Ladies. Mr. Jarvis, your servant. Where's
my friend, madam? [_To Mrs. Beverley._
_Mrs. Bev._ I should have asked that question of You. Have not you
seen him to-day?
_Stu._ No, madam.
_Char._ Nor last night?
_Stu._ Last night! Did not he come home then?
_Mrs. Bev._ No. Were not you together?
_Stu._ At the beginning of the evening; but not since. Where can he
have staid?
_Char._ You call yourself his friend, Sir; why do you encourage him in
this madness of gaming?
_Stu._ You have asked me that question before, madam; and I told you
my concern was that I could not save him. Mr. Beverley is a man,
madam; and if the most friendly entreaties have no effect upon him, I
have no other means. My purse has been his, even to the injury of my
fortune. If That has been encouragement, I deserve censure; but I meant
it to retrieve him.
_Mrs. Bev._ I don't doubt it, Sir; and I thank you. But where did you
leave him last night?
_Stu._ At Wilson's, madam, if I ought to tell; in company I did not like.
Possibly he may be there still. Mr. Jarvis knows the house, I believe.
_Jar._ Shall I go, madam?
_Mrs. Bev._ No; he may take it ill.
_Char._ He may go as from himself.

_Stu._ And if he pleases, madam, without naming Me. I am faulty
myself, and should conceal the errors of a friend. But I can refuse
nothing here. [_Bowing to the ladies._
_Jar._ I would fain see him, methinks.
_Mrs. Bev._ Do so then. But take care how you upbraid him. I have
never upbraided him.
_Jar._ Would I could bring him comfort! [_Exit._
_Stu._ Don't be too much alarmed, madam. All men have their errors,
and their times of seeing them. Perhaps my friend's time is not come
yet. But he has an uncle; and old men don't live for ever. You should
look forward, madam: we are taught how to value a second fortune by
the loss of a first. [_A knocking at the door._
_Mrs. Bev._ Hark!--No; that knocking was too rude for Mr. Beverley.
Pray heaven he be well!
_Stu._ Never doubt it, madam. You shall be well too: every thing shall
be well. [_Knocking again._
_Mrs. Bev._ The knocking is a little loud though. Who waits there?
Will none of you answer?--None of you, did I say? Alas! I thought
myself in my own house, surrounded with servants.
_Char._ I'll go, sister--But don't be alarmed so. [_Exit._
_Stu._ What extraordinary accident have you to fear, madam?
_Mrs. Bev._ I beg your pardon; but 'tis ever thus with me in Mr.
Beverley's absence. No one knocks at the door, but I fancy 'tis a
messenger of ill news.
_Stu._ You are too fearful, madam; 'twas but one night of absence; and
if ill thoughts intrude (as love is always doubtful) think of your worth
and beauty, and drive them from your breast.

_Mrs. Bev._ What thoughts? I have no thoughts that wrong my
husband.
_Stu._ Such thoughts indeed would wrong him. The world is full of
slander; and every wretch that knows himself unjust, charges his
neighbour with like passions; and by the general frailty, hides his own.
If you are wise, and would be happy, turn a deaf ear to such reports: 'tis
ruin to believe them.
_Mrs. Bev._ Ay, worse than ruin. 'Twould be to sin against conviction.
Why was it mentioned?
_Stu._ To guard you against rumour. The sport of half mankind is
mischief; and