Limb. That's true: 'Tis but reasonable it should be broken open.
Trick. Then I may be bound to make good the loss.
Limb. 'Tis unreasonable it should be broken open.
Aldo. Before George, Gervase and I will carry it away; and a smith shall be sent for to my daughter Pleasance's chamber, to open it without damage.
Limb. Why, who says against it? Let it be carried; I'm all for reason.
Trick. Hold; I say it shall not stir.
046 Aldo. What? every one must have their own; Fiat justitia, aut ruat mundus.
Limb. Ay, fiat justitia, Pug: She must have her own; for justitia is Latin for justice.
[Aldo and Gerv. lift at it.
Aldo. I think the devil's in't.
Gerv. There's somewhat bounces, like him, in't. 'Tis plaguy heavy; but we'll take t'other heave.