_Charl._ What? Have I killed him? Whatsoe'er thou beest, I would thy hand had prospered. For I was Unfit to live and well prepared to die. What shall I do? Accuse myself? Submit Me to the law? And that will quickly end This violent increase of misery. But 'tis a murder to be accessory To mine own death. I will not. I will take This opportunity to 'scape. It may Be Heaven reserves me to some better end. [_Exit._ _Enter_ LANGUEBEAU SNUFFE _and_ SOQUETTE. _Soqu._ Nay, good sir, I dare not. In good sooth I come of a generation both by father and mother that were all as fruitful as costermongers' wives. _Lang._ Tush! then a tympany[170] is the greatest danger can be feared. Their fruitfulness turns but to a certain kind of phlegmatic windy disease. _Soqu._ I must put my understanding to your trust, sir. I would be loth to be deceived. _Lang._ No, conceive thou sha't not. Yet thou shalt profit by my instruction too. My body is not every day drawn dry, wench. _Soqu._ Yet methinks, sir, your want of use should rather make your body like a well,--the lesser 'tis drawn, the sooner it grows dry. _Lang._ Thou shalt try that instantly. _Soqu._ But we want place and opportunity. _Lang._ We have both. This is the back side of the house which the superstitious call St. Winifred's church, and is verily a convenient unfrequented place.-- Where under the close curtains of the night-- _Soqu._ You purpose i' the dark to make me light. [SNUFFE _pulls out a sheet, a hair, and a beard._ But what ha' you there? _Lang._ This disguise is for security's sake, wench. There's a talk, thou know'st, that the ghost of old Montferrers walks. In this church he was buried. Now if any stranger fall upon us before our business be ended, in this disguise I shall be taken for that ghost, and never be called to examination, I warrant thee. Thus we shall 'scape both prevention and discovery. How do I look in this habit, wench? _Soqu._ So like a ghost that notwithstanding I have some foreknowledge of you, you make my hair stand almost on end. _Lang._ I will try how I can kiss in this beard. O, fie, fie, fie! I will put it off and then kiss, and then put it on. I can do the rest without kissing. _Re-enter_ CHARLEMONT _doubtfully, with his sword drawn; he comes upon them before they are aware. They run out different ways, leaving the disguise behind._