Lav. Hah?
Per. Heaven.
Gab. He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune!
Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me!
Here will I dwell for ever. Weep Maria,
Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest!
Enter Spirit.
Lav. What have I done?
Spir. That that has mark'd thy soul man.
Lav. And art thou come again thou dismal spirit?
Spir. Yes, to devour thy last.
Lav. Mercy upon thee.
Spir. Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure,
And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for
Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee.