_Mrs. Bev._ These boisterous spirits! how they wound me! But
reasoning is in vain. Come, Charlotte; we'll to our usual watch. The
night grows late.

_Char._ I am fearful of events; yet pleased--To-morrow may relieve
us.
[_Going._


SCENE II.

_Enter JARVIS._

_Char._ How now, good Jarvis?

_Jar._ I have heard ill news, madam.

_Mrs. Bev._ What news? Speak quickly.

_Jar._ Men are not what they seem. I fear me, Mr. Stukely is
dishonest.

_Char._ We know it, Jarvis. But what's your news?

_Jar._ That there's an action against my master, at his friend's
suit.

_Mrs. Bev._ O, villain! villain! 'twas this he threatened then. Run
to that den of robbers, Wilson's--Your master may be there. Entreat
him home, good Jarvis. Say I have business with him--But tell him