_Lew._ This villain here, disturbs him. Remove him from his sight:
and for your lives, see that you guard him. (_Stukely is taken off
by Dawson and Bates_) How is it, Sir?

_Bev._ 'Tis here--and here--(_Pointing to his head and heart._) And
now it tears me!

_Mrs. Bev._ You feel convulsed too--What is't disturbs you?

_Lew._ This sudden turn of joy perhaps. He wants rest too. Last
night was dreadful to him. His brain is giddy.

_Char._ Ay, never to be cured. Why, brother!--O! I fear!
I fear!

_Mrs. Bev._ Preserve him, heaven!--My love! my life! look at
me!--How his eyes flame!

_Bev._ A furnace rages in this heart--I have been too hasty.

_Mrs. Bev._ Indeed!--O me! O me!--Help, Jarvis! Fly, fly for help!
Your master dies else--Weep not, but fly! (_Exit Jarvis_) What is
this hasty deed?--Yet do not answer me--My fears have guessed
it.

_Bev._ Call back the messenger. 'Tis not in medicine's power to help
me.

_Mrs. Bev._ Is it then so?