_Lu._ All, all, and Jewels, I am monstrous weary, Prethee let's go to bed. _Mi._ Prethee lets see it first. _Lu._ To morrow's a new day sweet. _Mi._ Yes to melt it, But let's agree to night, how it shall be handled, I'll have a new gown. _Lur._ 'Shat have any thing. _Mi._ And such a riding suit as Mistress _Newloves_: What though I be no Gentlewoman born, I hope I may atchieve it by my carriage. _Lu._ Thou sayst right. _Mi._ You promis'd me a horse too, and a lackquay. _Lur._ Thou shalt have horses six, and a postilion. _Mi._ That will be stately sweet heart, a postilion. _Lu._ Nay, we'll be in fashion; he shall ride before us In winter, with as much dirt would dampe a musket; The inside of our coach shall be of scarlet. _Mi._ That will be dear. _Lu._ There is a dye projecting Will make it cheap, wench, come thou shalt have any thing. _Mi._ Where is this chest, I long, sweet, to behold Our Indies. _Boy._ Mistress lets melt it first, and then 'tis fit You should dispose it, then 'tis safe from danger. _Mi._ I'll be a loving Mistress to my boy too. Now fetch it in and lets rejoyce upon't. _Boy._ Hold your light Mistress, we may see to enter. _Mi._ Ha what's here? call you this a chest? _Boy._ We ha mist Sir. Our haste and want of light made us mistake. _Mi._ A very Coffin. _Lu._ How! a Coffin? Boy, 'tis very like one. _Boy._ The devil ow'd us a shame, and now he has paid us. _Mi._ Is this your Treasure? _Boy._ Bury me alive in't. _Lu._ It may be there is no room. _Mi._ Nay, I will search it: I'll see what wealth's within,--a womans face, And a fair womans. _Boy._ I cannot tell sir, Belike this was the sadness that possest 'em; The plate stood next, I'm sure. _Lur._ I shake, I shake Boy, what a cold sweat-- _Boy._ This may work, what will become on's Sir? _Mi._ She is cold, dead cold: de'e find 'your conscience, De'e bring your Gillians hither--nay, she's punish'd, You conceal'd love's cas'd up? _Lur._ 'Tis _Maria_, the very same, the Bride, new horror! _Mi._ These are fine tricks, you hope she's in a sound But I'll take order she shall ne'r recover To bore my Nose, come, take her up and bury her Quickly, or I'll cry out; take her up instantly. _Lu._ Be not so hasty fool, that may undo us; We may be in for murther so; be patient, Thou seest she's dead, and cannot injure thee. _Mi._ I am sure she shall not. _Boy._ Be not, Sir, dejected, Too much a strange mistake! this had not been else, It makes me almost weep to think upon't. _Lu._ What an unlucky thief am I! _Mi._ I'll no considering, either bestir your self, or-- _Lu._ Hold. _Mi._ Let it not stay, to smell then, I will not Indure the stink of a Rival. _Lu._ Would 'twere there again.