Jar. I heard him too. Misfortunes vex him.
Bates. Go to him, and lead him home—But he comes this way—I'll not be seen by him.
[Exit.
Bev. (Starting.) What fellow's that? (Seeing Jarvis). Art thou a murderer, friend? Come, lead the way; I have a hand as mischievous as thine; a heart as desperate too—Jarvis!—To bed, old man, the cold will chill thee.
Jar. Why are you wandering at this late hour?—Your sword drawn too!—For heav'n's sake sheath it, Sir; the sight distracts Me.
Bev. Whose voice was that?
[Wildly.
Jar. 'Twas mine, Sir. Let me intreat you to give the sword to me.
Bev. Ay, take it; quickly take it—Perhaps I am not so curst, but heav'n may have sent thee at this moment to snatch me from perdition.
Jar. Then I am blest.