Lur. Where's all the plate?
Boy. Why lockt up in that room.
I saw the old Lady, ere she went to bed
Put up her plate, and some of the rich hangings
In a small long chest, and chains and rings are there too,
It stands close by the Table on a form.
Lur. 'Twas a good notice, didst thou see the men.
Boy. I saw them sad too, and all take their leaves,
But what they said I was too far to hear Sir.
Lur. 'Tis daintily discover'd, we shall certainly
Have a most prosperous night, which way?
Boy. A close one,
A back door, that the women have left open,
To go in and out to fetch necessaries,
Close on the Garden side.
Lur. I love [thy] diligence,
Wert thou not fearful?
Boy. Fearful? I'll be hang'd first.
Lur. Say they had spied thee.
Boy. I was then determin'd
To have cry'd down right too, and have kept 'em company,
As one that had an interest in their sadness,
Or made an errand to I know not whom Sir.