Enter Mistress.
Mi. Here I durst not tarry.
Lu. We ha so cosen'd the old forty i'th hundred,
And the devil hinder him not, he'll go a pilgrimage;
But come, about our business, set her down again.
Mar. Oh!
Lur. She groans, ha.
Mar. Oh!
Lur. Again, she stirs.
Mi. Lets fly, or else we shall be torn in pieces.
Lur. And you be good at that, bury your self,
Or let the Sexton take ye for his fee,
Away boy. [Exit.
Mar. I am very cold, dead cold;
Where am I? What's this? a Coffin? where have I been?
Mercy defend me: Ha? I do remember
I was betray'd, and swounded, my heart akes,
I am wondrous hungry too, dead bodies eat not;
Sure I was meant for burial, I am frozen;
Death, 'like a cake of Ice dwells round about me;
Darkness spreads o're the world too, where? what path?
Best providence direct me. [Exit.