_Char._ No, I am sure he did not.

_Jar._ I had not the heart, madam. By degrees I brought him to
himself. A shower of tears came to his relief; and then he called me
his kindest friend, and begged forgiveness of me like a child--I was
a child too, when he begged forgiveness of me; my heart throbbed so,
I could not speak to him. He turned from me for a minute or two, and
suppressing a few bitter sighs, enquired after his wretched
family--Wretched was his word, madam--Asked how you bore the misery
of last night--If you had goodness enough to see him in prison--And
then begged me to hasten to you. I told him he must be more himself
first--He promised me he would; and, bating a few sullen intervals,
he became composed and easy. And then I left him; but not without an
attendant; a servant in the prison, whom I hired to wait upon him.
'Tis an hour since we parted: I was prevented in my haste, to be the
messenger of joy t'you.

_Mrs. Bev._ What a tale is this?--But we have staid too long--A
coach is needless.

_Char._ Hark! I hear one at the door.

_Jar._ And Lucy comes to tell us--We'll away this moment.

_Mrs. Bev._ To comfort him, or die with him.
[_Exeunt._


SCENE IV. _changes to STUKELY's lodgings_.