_Jar._ For pity's sake, Sir! I have no heart to see this change.

_Bev._ Nor I to bear it. How speaks the world of me, Jarvis?

_Jar._ As of a good man dead. Of one, who walking in a dream, fell
down a precipice. The world is sorry for you.

_Bev._ Ay, and pities me. Says it not so? But I was born to infamy.
I'll tell thee what it says. It calls me villain; a treacherous
husband; a cruel father; a false brother; one lost to nature and her
charities--Or to say all in one short word, it calls me--Gamester.
Go to thy mistress; I'll see her presently.

_Jar._ And why not now? Rude people press upon her; loud, bawling
creditors; wretches, who know no pity. I met one at the door; he
would have seen my mistress--I wanted means of present payment, so
promised it to-morrow. But others may be pressing; and she has grief
enough already. Your absence hangs too heavy on her.

_Bev._ Tell her I'll come then. I have a moment's business. But what
hast Thou to do with My distresses? Thy honesty has left thee poor;
and age wants comfort. Keep what thou hast for cordials; left
between thee and the grave, misery steal in. I have a friend shall
counsel me--This is that friend.


SCENE IV.

_Enter STUKELY._