_Lang._ My duty, madam.--Falls and tires! I begin to suspect what falls and tires you mean. My lady and Sebastian the fall and the tire, and I the shadow. I perceive the purity of my conversation is used but for a property to cover the uncleanness of their purposes. The very contemplation o' the thing makes the spirit of the flesh begin to wriggle in my blood. And here my desire has met with an object already. This gentlewoman, methinks, should be swayed with the motion, living in a house where moving example is so common.--Mistress Cataplasma, my lady, it seems, has some business that requires her stay. The fairness o' the evening invites me into the air. Will it please you give this gentlewoman leave to leave her work and walk a turn or two with me for honest recreation? _Cata._ With all my heart, sir. Go, Soquette: give ear to his instructions. You may get understanding by his company, I can tell you. _Lang._ In the way of holiness, Mistress Cataplasma. _Cata._ Good Monsieur Snuffe!--I will attend your return. _Lang._ Your hand, gentlewoman.--[_To_ SOQUETTE.] The flesh is humble till the spirit move it. But when 'tis raised it will command above it. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_An Apartment in_ D'AMVILLE'S _Mansion._ _Enter_ D'AMVILLE, CHARLEMONT, _and_ BORACHIO. _D'Am._ Your sadness and the sickness of my son Have made our company and conference Less free and pleasing than I purposed it. _Charl._ Sir, for the present I am much unfit For conversation or society. With pardon I will rudely take my leave. _D'Am._ Good night, dear nephew. [_Exit_ CHARLEMONT. Seest thou that same man? _Bor._ Your meaning, sir? _D'Am._ That fellow's life, Borachio, Like a superfluous letter in the law, Endangers our assurance.[169] _Bor._ Scrape him out. _D'Am._ Wilt do't? _Bor._ Give me your purpose--I will do't. _D'Am._ Sad melancholy has drawn Charlemont With meditation on his father's death Into the solitary walk behind the church. _Bor._ The churchyard? 'Tis the fittest place for death. Perhaps he's praying. Then he's fit to die. We'll send him charitably to his grave. _D'Am._ No matter how thou tak'st him. First take this-- [_Gives him a pistol._ Thou knowest the place. Observe his passages, And with the most advantage make a stand, That, favoured by the darkness of the night, His breast may fall upon thee at so near A distance that he sha' not shun the blow. The deed once done, thou may'st retire with safety. The place is unfrequented, and his death Will be imputed to the attempt of thieves. _Bor._ Be careless. Let your mind be free and clear. This pistol shall discharge you of your fear. [_Exit._