Mi. No farther, dig here, and lay her in quickly.
Lur. What light is that Boy, we shall be discover'd;
Set the Coffin up an end, and get behind me,
There's no avoiding.
Boy. Oh!
Ju. Where's that groan? I begin to be afraid.
Ser. What shall we do Sir?
Ju. We are almost at home now, thou must go forward,
Perhaps 'twas my imagination.
Lur. 'Tis he?
Boy. I know him too, let me alone.
Ser. Oh Sir, a Ghost, the very Ghost of Mistress Bride,
I have no power to run away.
Ju. Cursed Ghost, bless me, preserve me,
I do command thee what so ere thou art,
I do conjure thee leave me; do not fright me;
If thou beest a devil vex me not so soon,
If thou beest
The spirit of my wife.