not of Stukely--It may provoke him to revenge--Haste! haste! good
Jarvis.
[_Exit Jarvis._

_Char._ This minister of hell! O, I could tear him piece-meal!

_Mrs. Bev._ I am sick of such a world. Yet heaven is just; and in
its own good time, will hurl destruction on such monsters.
[_Exeunt._


SCENE III. _changes to _STUKELY'S_ lodgings._

_Enter STUKELY, and BATES, meeting_.

_Bates._ Where have you been?

_Stu._ Fooling my time away: playing my tricks, like a tame monkey,
to entertain a woman--No matter where-- I have been vext and
disappointed. Tell me of Beverley. How bore he his last shock?

_Bates._ Like one (so Dawson says) whose senses had been numbed by
misery. When all was lost, he fixed his eyes upon the ground, and
stood some time, with folded arms, stupid and motionless. Then
snatching his sword, that hung against the wainscot, he sat him
down; and with a look of fixt attention, drew figures on the floor.
At last he started up, looked wild, and trembled; and like a woman,
seized with her sex's fits, laughed out aloud, while the tears
trickled down his face--so left the room.