_Tob._ Verily Nurse, I have cry'd so much For my young Mistriss, that is mortified, That if I have not more sack to support me, I shall even sleep: heiho, for another flagon; These Burials, and Christnings are the mournful[st] matters, And they ask more drink. _Nur._ Drink to a sad heart's needful. _To._ Mine's ever sad, for I am ever dry Nurse. _Nur._ Methinks the light burns blew, I prethee snuff it, There's a thief in't I think. _To._ There may be one near it. _Nur._ What's that that moves there, ith' name of----_Nicholas_? That thing that walks. _T[o]._ Would I had a Ladder to behold it, Mercy upon me, the Ghost of one oth'Guard sure, 'Tis the devil by his clawes, he smels of Brimstone, Sure he farts fire, what an Earth-quake I have in me; Out with thy Prayer-book Nurse. _Nur._ It fell ith' the frying pan, and the Cat's eat it. _Tob._ I have no power to pray, it grows still longer, 'Tis Steeple high now, and it sayls away Nurse. Lets call the butler up, for he speaks Latine, And that will daunt the devil: I am blasted, My belly's grown to nothing. _Nu._ Fye, fye, _Tobie_. [_Exit._ _Boy._ So let them go, and whilst they are astonish'd Let us presently upon the rest now suddenly. _Lur._ Off, off, and up agen, when we are near the parlor, Art sure thou knowst the Chest? _Boy._ Though it were ith'dark Sir, I can go to't. _Lur._ On then and be happy. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Tobie. _Tob._ How my haunches quake, is the thing here still? Now can I out-do any Button-maker, at his own trade, I have fifteen fits of an Ague, Nurse, 'tis gone I hope, The hard-hearted woman has left me alone. Nurse-- And she knows too I ha but a lean conscience to keep me company. [_Noise within._ The devil's among 'em in the Parlour sure, The Ghost three stories high, he has the Nurse sure, He is boyling of her bones now, hark how she whistles: There's Gentlewomen within too, how will they do? I'll to the Cook, for he was drunk last night, And now he is valiant, he is a kin to th'devil too, And fears no fire. _Enter_ Lurcher _and Boy_. _Lur._ No light? _Boy._ None left Sir, They are gone, and carried all the candles with 'em, Their fright is infinite, let's make good use on't, We must be quick sir, quick, or the house will rise else. _Lu._ Was this the Chest? _Boy._ Yes, yes. _Lur._ There was two of 'em. Or I mistake. _Boy._ I know the right, no stay Sir, Nor no discourse, but to our labor lustily, Put to your strength and make as little noise, Then presently out at the back door.