045 Limb. [Going to open it.] Before George, I think you have the devil in a string, Pug; I cannot open it, for the guts of me. Hictius doctius! what's here to do? I believe, in my conscience, Pug can conjure: Marry, God bless us all good Christians!
Aldo. Push hard, son.
Limb. I cannot push; I was never good at pushing. When I push, I think the devil pushes too. Well, I must let it alone, for I am a fumbler. Here, take the keys, Pug.
Trick. [Aside.] Then all's safe again.
Enter Judith and Gervase.
Jud. Madam, Mrs Pleasance has sent for the chest you borrowed of her. She has present occasion for it; and has desired us to carry it away.
Limb. Well, that's but reason: If she must have it, she must have it.
Trick Tell her, it shall be returned some time to-day; at present we must crave her pardon, because we have some writings in it, which must first be taken out, when we can open it.
Limb. Nay, that's but reason too: Then she must not have it.
Gerv. Let me come to't; I'll break it open, and you may take out your writings.