Enter Charlemont. D'Amville counterfeits to take him for a Ghost.
D'Am. What art thou? Stay—Assist my troubled sense—
My apprehension will distract me—Stay.
[Languebeau Snuffe avoids him fearfully.
Sebas. What art thou? Speak.
Charl. The spirit of Charlemont.
D'Am. O! stay. Compose me. I dissolve.
Lang. No. 'Tis profane. Spirits are invisible. 'Tis the fiend i' the likeness of Charlemont. I will have no conversation with Satan. [Exit.
Sebas. The spirit of Charlemont? I'll try that.
[He strikes, and the blow is returned.
'Fore God thou sayest true: th'art all spirit.
D'Am. Go, call the officers. [Exit.
Charl. Th'art a villain, and the son of a villain.
Sebas. You lie.