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.