_Jar._ This way the noise was--and yonder's my poor master.

_Bates._ I heard him at high words with Lewson. The cause I know not.

_Jar._ I heard him too. Misfortunes vex him.

_Bates._ Go to him, and lead him home--But he comes this way--I'll
not be seen by him.
[_Exit._

_Bev._ (_Starting._) What fellow's that? (_Seeing Jarvis_). Art thou
a murderer, friend? Come, lead the way; I have a hand as mischievous
as thine; a heart as desperate too--Jarvis!--To bed, old man, the
cold will chill thee.

_Jar._ Why are you wandering at this late hour?--Your sword drawn
too!--For heav'n's sake sheath it, Sir; the sight distracts
Me.

_Bev._ Whose voice was that?
[_Wildly_.

_Jar._ 'Twas mine, Sir. Let me intreat you to give the sword to
me.

_Bev._ Ay, take it; quickly take it--Perhaps I am not so curst, but
heav'n may have sent thee at this moment to snatch me from
perdition.