Char. How now, good Jarvis?
Jar. I have heard ill news, madam.
Mrs. Bev. What news? Speak quickly.
Jar. Men are not what they seem. I fear me, Mr. Stukely is dishonest.
Char. We know it, Jarvis. But what's your news?
Jar. That there's an action against my master, at his friend's suit.
Mrs. Bev. O, villain! villain! 'twas this he threatened then. Run to that den of robbers, Wilson's—Your master may be there. Entreat him home, good Jarvis. Say I have business with him—But tell him not of Stukely—It may provoke him to revenge—Haste! haste! good Jarvis.
[Exit Jarvis.
Char. This minister of hell! O, I could tear him piece-meal!
Mrs. Bev. I am sick of such a world. Yet heaven is just; and in its own good time, will hurl destruction on such monsters.