Lew. Wait till to-morrow then.
Bev. I will.
Lew. Good night. I go to serve you. Forget what's past, as I do; and chear your family with smiles. To-morrow may confirm them, and make all happy.
[Exit.
Bev. (Pausing) How vile, and how absurd is man! His boasted honour is but another name for pride; which easier bears the consciousness of guilt, than the world's just reproofs. But 'tis the fashion of the times; and in defence of falsehood and false honour, men die martyrs. I knew not that my nature was so bad.
[Stands musing.
SCENE VIII.
Enter Bates, and Jarvis.
Jar. This way the noise was—and yonder's my poor master.
Bates. I heard him at high words with Lewson. The cause I know not.