_Charl._ What ha' we here? A sheet! a hair! a beard! What end was this disguise intended for? No matter what. I'll not expostulate The purpose of a friendly accident.[171] Perhaps it may accommodate my 'scape. --I fear I am pursued. For more assurance, I'll hide me here i' th' charnel house, This convocation-house of dead men's skulls. [_In getting into the charnel house he takes hold of a death's head; it slips, and he staggers._ Death's head, deceivest my hold? Such is the trust to all mortality. [_Hides himself in the charnel house._ _Enter_ D'AMVILLE _and_ CASTABELLA. _Cast._ My lord, the night grows late. Your lordship spake Of something you desired to move in private. _D'Am._ Yes. Now I'll speak it. The argument is love. The smallest ornament of thy sweet form (That abstract of all pleasure) can command The senses into passion and thy entire Perfection is my object, yet I love thee With the freedom of my reason. I can give Thee reason for my love. _Cast._ Love me, my lord? I do believe it, for I am the wife Of him you love. _D'Am._ 'Tis true. By my persuasion thou wert forced To marry one unable to perform The office of a husband. I was the author Of the wrong. My conscience suffers under't, and I would Disburthen it by satisfaction. _Cast._ How? _D'Am._ I will supply that pleasure to thee which he cannot. _Cast._ Are ye a devil or a man? _D'Am._ A man, and such a man as can return Thy entertainment with as prodigal A body as the covetous desire, Or woman ever was delighted with. So that, besides the full performance of Thy empty husband's duty, thou shalt have The joy of children to continue the Succession of thy blood. For the appetite That steals her pleasure, draws the forces of The body to an united strength, and puts 'em Altogether into action, never fails Of procreation. All the purposes Of man aim but at one of these two ends-- Pleasure or profit; and in this one sweet Conjunction of our loves they both will meet. Would it not grieve thee that a stranger to Thy blood should lay the first foundation of His house upon the ruins of thy family? _Cast._ Now Heaven defend me! May my memory Be utterly extinguished, and the heir Of him that was my father's enemy Raise his eternal monument upon Our ruins, ere the greatest pleasure or The greatest profit ever tempt me to Continue it by incest. _D'Am._ Incest? Tush! These distances affinity observes Are articles of bondage cast upon Our freedoms by our own objections. Nature allows a general liberty Of generation to all creatures else. Shall man, To whose command and use all creatures were Made subject, be less free than they?