more respectable, and when differently circumstanced she may become so.
Mor. Go to him thyself, Beaumont: I am an old man; my life's bark has been long buffeted about on a stormy sea, and I have seen cruel sights. I do not look upon my fellow-men with the same gentle eye as thou dost: I cannot love them myself, but I love thee because thou dost it: so e'en take me home to thine own house; no other house will I enter; and let me have an arm chair by thy fire-side to end my days in, where I may sit at my ease and grumble at the whole human race.
Bea. No, no! you shall see all your relations; and love them too, and do what is right by every one of them.
Mor. Do it for me then: I can't be troubled with it. Take my fortune into your own hands and dispose of it as you please.
Bea. No; you shall do it yourself; and the blessings of those you bestow it upon shall fall on your own head undivided and unintercepted.
Mor. I will take the simplest and shortest way of settling my fortune; I will give it all to your son.
Bea. (stretching himself up with a proud smile.) Yes, if he will have it.
(Enter William B. with great animation.)
Will. I've seen her father! I've seen her!
Bea. Who have you seen?
