LIGHT. Why, so; in meantime, Croesus' shade will rest Upon thy bed: but above all, take heed You suffer not your eyes to stray aside From the direct point I have set thee at: For though the spirit do delay the time, And not return your treasure speedily---- HOG. Let the loss light on me, if I neglect Or overslip what Croesus' shade commands.[397] LIGHT. [_Aside._] So, now practise standing, though it be nothing agreeable to your Hog's age. Let me see, among these writings is my nephew Haddit's mortgage; but in taking that it may breed suspect on us; wherefore this box of jewels will stand far better, and let that alone. It is now break of day, and near by this the marriage is confirmed betwixt my cousin and great Croesus's friend's daughter here, whom I will now leave to his most weighty cogitations. So, gentle sir, adieu; time not permits To hear those passions and those frantic fits You're subject to, when you shall find how true Great Croesus' shade hath made an ass of you. [_Exit._ HOG. Let me now ruminate to myself why Croesus should be so great a favourer to me. And yet to what end should I desire to know? I think it is sufficient it is so. And I would he had been so sooner, for he and his spirits would have saved me much labour in the purchasing of wealth; but then indeed it would have been the confusion of two or three scriveners which, by my means, have been properly raised. But now imagine this only a trick, whereby I may be gulled! But how can that be? Are not my doors locked? Have I not seen with my own eyes the ascending of the spirits? Have I not heard with my own ears the invocation wherewith they were raised? Could any but spirits appear through so firm a floor as this is? 'Tis impossible. But hark! I hear the spirit Ascarion coming with my gold. O bountiful Croesus! I'll build a temple to thy mightiness! _Enter_ YOUNG LORD WEALTHY _and_ PETER SERVITUDE. Y. LORD W. O Peter, how long have we slept upon the hogshead? P. SER. I think a dozen hours, my lord, and 'tis nothing. I'll undertake to sleep sixteen, upon the receipt of two cups of muskadine.[398] Y. LORD W. I marvel what's become of Haddit and Lightfoot! P. SER. Hang 'em, flinchers; they slunk away as soon as they had drank as much as they were able to carry, which no generous spirit would ha' done, indeed. Y. LORD W. Yet I believe Haddit had his part, for, to my thinking, the cellar went round with him when he left us. But are we come to a bed yet? I must needs sleep. P. SER. Come softly by any means, for we are now upon the threshold of my master's chamber, through which I'll bring you to Mistress Rebecca's lodging. Give me your hand, and come very nicely. [PETER _falls into the hole_. Y. LORD W. Where art, Peter? P. SER. O, O! Y. LORD W. Where's this noise, Peter? canst tell? HOG. I hear the voice of my adopted son-in-law.