_D'Am._ Black Beelzebub, And all his hell-hounds, come to apprehend me? _Lang._ No, my good lord, we come to apprehend The murderer. _D'Am._ The ghost (great Pluto!) was A fool unfit to be employed in Any serious business for the state of hell. Why could not he ha' suffered me to raise The mountains o' my sins with one as damnable As all the rest, and then ha' tumbled me To ruin? But apprehend me e'en between The purpose and the act before it was Committed! _Watch._ Is this the murderer? He speaks suspiciously. _Lang._ No, verily. This is my Lord D'Amville. And his distraction, I think, grows out of his grief for the loss of a faithful servant. For surely I take him to be Borachio that is slain. _D'Am._ Hah! Borachio slain? Thou look'st like Snuffe, dost not? _Lang._ Yes, in sincerity, my lord. _D'Am._ Hark thee--sawest thou not a ghost? _Lang._ A ghost? Where, my lord?--I smell a fox. _D'Am._ Here i' the churchyard. _Lang._ Tush! tush! their walking spirits are mere imaginary fables. There's no such thing _in rerum natura_. Here is a man slain. And with the spirit of consideration I rather think him to be the murderer got into that disguise than any such fantastic toy. _D'Am._ My brains begin to put themselves in order. I apprehend thee now.--'Tis e'en so.--Borachio, I will search the centre, but I'll find the murderer. _Watch._ Here, here, here. _D'Am._ Stay. Asleep? so soundly, So sweetly upon Death's heads? and in a place So full of fear and horror? Sure there is Some other happiness within the freedom Of the conscience than my knowledge e'er attained to.--Ho, ho, ho! _Charl._ Y'are welcome, uncle. Had you sooner come You had been sooner welcome. I'm the man You seek. You sha' not need examine me. _D'Am._ My nephew and my daughter! O my dear Lamented blood, what fate has cast you thus Unhappily upon this accident? _Charl._ You know, sir, she's as clear as chastity. _D'Am._ As her own chastity. The time, the place All circumstances argue that unclear. _Cast._ Sir, I confess it; and repentantly Will undergo the selfsame punishment That justice shall inflict on Charlemont. _Charl._ Unjustly she betrays her innocence. _Watch._ But, sir, she's taken with you, and she must To prison with you. _D'Am._ There's no remedy. Yet were it not my son's bed she abused, My land should fly, but both should be excused. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV.--_An Apartment in_ BELFOREST'S _Mansion._ _Enter_ BELFOREST _and a_ Servant. _Bel._ Is not my wife come in yet? _Ser._ No, my lord.