_Ju._ We are almost at home now, thou must go forward, Perhaps 'twas my imagination. _Lur._ 'Tis he? _Boy._ I know him too, let me alone. _Ser._ Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride, I have no power to run away. _Ju._ Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me, I do command thee what so ere thou art, I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me; If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon, If thou beest The spirit of my wife. _Boy._ Thy Wife. _Ju._ I shall be tormented. _Boy._ Thy abus'd wife, that cannot peaceably Enjoy her death, thou hast an evil conscience. _Ju._ I know it. _Boy._ Among thy other sins which black thy soul, Call to thy mind thy vow made to another, Whom thou hast wrong'd, and make her satisfaction Now I am dead, thou perjur'd man: or else A thousand black tormentors shall pursue thee, Untill thou leap into eternal flames; Where gold which thou ador[e]'st here on earth Melted, the fiends shall powre into thy throat; For this time pass, go home and think upon me. _Lur._ Away. _Ser._ There are more spirits. _Ju._ Thank you dear wife, I'll bestow twenty nobles of a Tomb for thee, Thou shalt not walk and catch cold after death. [_They go Backward in._ _Lu._ So, so, they'r gone, 'twas my ingenious rascal: But how dost thou know he made vows to another? _Boy._ I over-heard the woman talk to night on't; But now let's lose no time Sir, pray lets bury This Gentlewoman, where's my Mistress? _Enter Mistress._ _Mi._ Here I durst not tarry. _Lu._ We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred, And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage; But come, about our business, set her down again. _Mar._ Oh! _Lur._ She groans, ha. _Mar._ Oh! _Lur._ Again, she stirs. _Mi._ Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces. _Lur._ And you be good at that, bury your self, Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee, Away boy. [_Exit._ _Mar._ I am very cold, dead cold; Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been? Mercy defend me: Ha? I do remember I was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes, I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not; Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen; Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me; Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path? Best providence direct me. [_Exit._ _Actus Tertius._ _Enter Lady_, Wildbraine, Women, Toby. _La._ Thou art the most unfortunate fellow. _Wild._ Why Aunt what have I done? _La._ The most malicious varlet, Thy wicked head never at rest, but hammering, And ha[t]ching hellish things, and to no purpose, So thou mayst have thy base will.