_Stu._ How fares it, Beverley? Honest Mr. Jarvis, well met; I hoped
to find you here. That viper Williams! Was it not He that troubled
you this morning?

_Jar._ My mistress heard him then? I am sorry that she heard him.

_Bev._ And Jarvis promised payment.

_Stu._ That must not be. Tell him I'll satisfy him.

_Jar._ Will you, Sir? Heaven will reward you for't.

_Bev._ Generous Stukely! Friendship like yours, had it ability like
will, would more than ballance the wrongs of fortune.

_Stu._ You think too kindly of me. Make haste to Williams; his
clamours may be rude else.
[_To Jarvis._

_Jar._ And my master will go home again. Alas! Sir, we know of
hearts there breaking for his absence.
[_Exit._

_Bev._ Would I were dead!

_Stu._ Or turned hermit; counting a string of beads in a dark cave;
or under a weeping willow, praying for mercy on the wicked. Ha! ha!
ha! Prithee be a man, and leave dying to disease and old age.
Fortune may be ours again; at least, we'll try for't.