ge, I think you have the
devil in a string, Pug; I cannot open it, for the guts of me. _Hictius
doctius!_ what's here to do? I believe, in my conscience, Pug can
conjure: Marry, God bless us all good Christians!

_Aldo._ Push hard, son.

_Limb._ I cannot push; I was never good at pushing. When I push, I
think the devil pushes too. Well, I must let it alone, for I am a
fumbler. Here, take the keys, Pug.

_Trick._ [_Aside._] Then all's safe again.

_Enter_ JUDITH _and_ GERVASE.

_Jud._ Madam, Mrs Pleasance has sent for the chest you borrowed of
her. She has present occasion for it; and has desired us to carry it
away.

_Limb._ Well, that's but reason: If she must have it, she must have
it.

_Trick_ Tell her, it shall be returned some time to-day; at present we
must crave her pardon, because we have some writings in it, which must
first be taken out, when we can open it.

_Limb._ Nay, that's but reason too: Then she must not have it.

_Gerv._ Let me come to't; I'll break it open, and you may take out
your writings.

_Limb._ That's true: 'Tis but reasonable it should be broken open.

_Trick._ Then I may be bound to make good the loss.

_Limb._ 'Tis unreasonable it should be broken open.

_Aldo._ Before George, Gervase and I will carry it away; and a smith
shall be sent for to my daughter Pleasance's chamber, to open it
without damage.

_Limb._ Why, who says against it? Let it be carried; I'm all for
reason.

_Trick._ Hold; I say it shall not stir.

_Aldo._ What? every one must have their own; _Fiat justitia, aut ruat
mundus._

_Limb._ Ay, _fiat justitia,_ Pug: She must have her own; for
_justitia_ is Latin for justice. [ALDO _and_ GERV. _lift at it._

_Aldo._ I think the devil's in't.

_Gerv._ There's somewhat bounces, like him, in't. 'Tis plaguy heavy;
but we'll take t'other heave.

_Trick._ [_Taking hold of the chest._] Then you shall carry me too.
Help, murder, murder! [_A confused gabbling among them._

_Enter Mrs_ SAINTLY.

_Saint._ Verily, I think all hell's broke loose among you. What, a
schism in my family! Does this become the purity of my house? What
will the ungodly say?

_Limb._ No matter for the ungodly; this is all among ourselves: For,
look you, the business is this. Mrs Pleasance has sent for this same
business here, which she lent to Pug; now Pug has some private
businesses within this business, which she would take out first, and
the business will no