_Sir Jol._ Run away! why then your estate will be forfeited; you'll lose your estate, man. _Sir Dav._ Truly you say right, friend; and a man had better be half-hanged than lose his estate, you know. _Sir Jol._ Hanged! no, no, I think there's no great fear of hanging neither: what, the fellow was but a sort of an unaccountable fellow, as I heard you say. _Sir Dav._ Ay, ay, pox on him, he was a soldierly sort of a vagabond; he had little or nothing but his sins to live upon: if I could have had but patience, he would have been hanged within these two months, and all this mischief saved. [BEAUGARD _rises up like a ghost at the_ _trap-door, just before_ Sir DAVY. O Lord! the devil, the devil, the devil! [_Falls upon his face._ _Sir Jol._ Why, Sir Davy, Sir Davy, what ails you? what's the matter with you? _Sir Dav._ Let me alone, let me lie still; I will not look up to see an angel; oh-h-h! _L. Dunce._ My dear, why do you do these cruel things to affright me? Pray rise and speak to me. _Sir Dav._ I dare not stir; I saw the ghost again just now. _L. Dunce._ Ghost again! what ghost? where? _Sir Dav._ Why, there! there! _Sir Jol._ Here has been no ghost. _Sir Dav._ Why, did you see nothing then? _L. Dunce._ See nothing! no, nothing but one another. _Sir Dav._ Then I am enchanted, or my end is near at hand, neighbour; for Heaven's sake, neighbour, advise me what I shall do to be at rest. _Sir Jol._ Do! why, what think you if the body were removed? _Sir Dav._ Removed! I'd give a hundred pound the body were out of my house; may be then the devil would not be so impudent. _Sir Jol._ I have discovered a door-place in the wall betwixt my lady's chamber and one that belongs to me; if you think fit we'll beat it down, and remove this troublesome lump of earth to my house. _Sir Dav._ But will you be so kind? _Sir Jol._ If you think it may by any means be serviceable to you. _Sir Dav._ Truly, if the body were removed, and disposed of privately, that no more might be heard of the matter--I hope he'll be as good as his word. [_Aside._ _Sir Jol._ Fear nothing, I'll warrant you; but in troth I had utterly forgot one thing, utterly forgot it. _Sir Dav._ What's that? _Sir Jol._ Why, it will be absolutely necessary that your lady stayed with me at my house for one day, till things were better settled.