_Lev._ Or within this whole hour. When you will.--A lusty blood! has both the presence and spirit of a man. I like the freedom of his behaviour. --Ho!--Sebastian! Gone?--Has set My blood o' boiling i' my veins. And now, Like water poured upon the ground that mixes Itself with every moisture it meets, I could Clasp with any man. _Enter_ FRESCO _with a lanthorn._ O, Fresco, art thou come? If t'other fail, then thou art entertained. Lust is a spirit, which whosoe'er doth raise, The next man that encounters boldly, lays. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV.--_A Country Road near a Gravel Pit. Night time._ _Enter_ BORACHIO _warily and hastily over the Stage with a stone in either hand._ _Bor._ Such stones men use to raise a house upon, But with these stones I go to ruin one. [_Descends._ _Enter two_ Servants _drunk, fighting with their torches;_ D'AMVILLE, MONTFERRERS, BELFOREST, _and_ LANGUEBEAU SNUFFE. _Bel._ Passion o' me, you drunken knaves! You'll put The lights out. _D'Am._ No, my lord; they are but in jest. _1st Ser._ Mine's out. _D'Am._ Then light it at his head,--that's light enough.-- 'Fore God, they are out. You drunken rascals, back And light 'em. _Bel._ 'Tis exceeding dark. [_Exeunt_ Servants. _D'Am._ No matter; I am acquainted with the way. Your hand. Let's easily walk. I'll lead you till they come. _Mont._ My soul's oppressed with grief. 'T lies heavy at My heart. O my departed son, ere long I shall be with thee! [D'AMVILLE _thrusts him down into the gravel pit._ _D'Am._ Marry, God forbid! _Mont._ O, O, O! _D'Am._ Now all the host of Heaven forbid! Knaves! Rogues! _Bel._ Pray God he be not hurt. He's fallen into the gravel pit. _D'Am._ Brother! dear brother! Rascals! villains! Knaves! _Re-enter_ Servants _with lights._ Eternal darkness damn you! come away! Go round about into the gravel pit, And help my brother up. Why what a strange Unlucky night is this! Is't not, my lord? I think that dog that howled the news of grief, That fatal screech-owl, ushered on this mischief. [_Exit_ Servants _and Re-enter with the murdered body._ _Lang._ Mischief indeed, my lord. Your brother's dead! _Bel._ He's dead? _Ser._ He's dead!