_Jar._ I came in duty, Sir. If it be troublesome--

_Bev._ It is. I would be private; hid even from myself. Who sent you
hither?

_Jar._ One that would persuade you home again. My mistress is not
well; her tears told me so.

_Bev._ Go with thy duty there then. But does she weep? I am to blame
to let her weep. Prithee begone; I have no business for thee.

_Jar._ Yes, Sir; to lead you from this place. I am your servant
still. Your prosperous fortune blessed my old age. If That has left
you, I must not leave you.

_Bev._ Not leave me! Recall past time then; or through this sea of
storms and darkness, shew me a star to guide me. But what can'st
Thou?

_Jar._ The little that I can, I will. You have been generous to me.
I would not offend you, Sir--but--

_Bev._ No. Think'st thou I'd ruin Thee too? I have enough of shame
already. My wife! my wife! Would'st thou believe it, Jarvis? I have
not seen her all this long night; I, who have loved her so, that
every hour of abscence seemed as a gap in life. But other bonds have
held me. O! I have played the boy; dropping my counters in the
stream, and reaching to redeem them, have lost Myself. Why wilt Thou
follow misery? Or if thou wilt, go to thy mistress--She has no guilt
to sting her, and therefore may be comforted.