Mi. Ha what's here? call you this a chest?
Boy. We ha mist Sir.
Our haste and want of light made us mistake.
Mi. A very Coffin.
Lu. How! a Coffin? Boy, 'tis very like one.
Boy. The devil ow'd us a shame, and now he has paid us.
Mi. Is this your Treasure?
Boy. Bury me alive in't.
Lu. It may be there is no room.
Mi. Nay, I will search it:
I'll see what wealth's within,—a womans face,
And a fair womans.
Boy. I cannot tell sir,
Belike this was the sadness that possest 'em;
The plate stood next, I'm sure.