Lu. Hold.
Mi. Let it not stay, to smell then, I will not
Indure the stink of a Rival.
Lu. Would 'twere there again.
Boy. We must bury her.
Lur. But were o'th sudden, or with what providence,
That no eyes watch us.
Mi. Take a Spade and follow me,
The next fair ground we meet, make the Church-yard;
As I live, I'll see her lodg'd. [Exit.
Lu. It must be so,
How heavy my heart is, I ha no life left.
Boy. I am past thinking too, no understanding,
That I should miss the right Chest.
Lu. The happy Chest.
Boy. That, which I saw and markt too.