Mrs. Bev. No; I am sure he did not.
Jar. Or if I did—
Mrs. Bev. 'Tis false, old man—They had no quarrel; there was no cause for quarrel.
Bev. Let him proceed, I say—O! I am sick! sick! Reach me a chair.
[He sits down.
Mrs. Bev. You droop, and tremble, love—Your eyes are fixt too—Yet You are innocent. If Lewson's dead, You killed him not.
SCENE X.
Enter Dawson.
Stu. Who sent for Dawson?
Bates. 'Twas I. We have a witness too, you little think of. Without there!