_Boy._ We must bury her. _Lur._ But were o'th sudden, or with what providence, That no eyes watch us. _Mi._ Take a Spade and follow me, The next fair ground we meet, make the Church-yard; As I live, I'll see her lodg'd. [_Exit._ _Lu._ It must be so, How heavy my heart is, I ha no life left. _Boy._ I am past thinking too, no understanding, That I should miss the right Chest. _Lu._ The happy Chest. _Boy._ That, which I saw and markt too. _Lu._ Well passion wo'not help us, Had I twenty falls for this! _Boy._ 'Twas my fault sir. And twenty thousand fears for this, oth'devil, Now could I curse, well, we have her now, And must dispose her. _Enter Mistress._ _Mi._ Hang both for two blind buzzards, here's a Spade Quickly or I'll call the neighbors. There's no remedy, Would the poor hungry prisoners had this pastie. [_Exeunt._ _Enter Justice, and a Servant with a light._ _Ser._ 'Twas a strange mischance Sir. _Ju._ Mischance, sayst? No 'twas happiness to me, There's so much charge say'd, I have her portion, I'll marry twenty more on such conditions. _Ser._ Did it not trouble you Sir, To see her dead? _Ju._ Not much, I thank my conscience; I was tormented till that happen'd, furies Were in my brain to think my self a Cuckold At that time of the night: When I come home, I charge you shut my doors, Locks, bolts, and bars, are little enough to secure me. _Ser._ Why, and please you? _Ju._ Fool to ask that question; To keep out women, I expect her Mother Will visit me with her clamors, oh I hate Their noise, and do abhor the whole sex heartily; They are all walking Devils, Harpyes: I will study A week together how to rail sufficiently, Upon 'em all, and that I may be furnish'd, Thou shalt buy all the railing Books and Ballads, That Malice hath invented against women, I will read nothing else, and practise 'em, Till I grow fat with curses. _Ser._ If you'll go To th'charge, let me alone to find you Books. _Ju._ They come neer us. _Ser._ Whats that? _Ju._ Where? hold up the Torch Knave. _Ser._ Did you hear nothing, 'tis a ---- _Ju._ Why dost make a stand? _Ser._ Whats that? _Ju._ Where, where, dost see any thing? We are hard by the Church-yard, and I was never Valiant at midnight in such irksome places; They say Ghosts walk sometimes, hark, de'e hear nothing? _Enter Lurcher, Boy, and Mistress._ _Mi._ No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly. _Lur._ What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd; Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me, There's no avoiding. _Boy._ Oh! _Ju._ Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid. _Ser._ What shall we do Sir?