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.