Trin. Ha' you no trunk nor chest to hide me?
Bev. None, sir.
Alas, I am clean undone! it is my husband.
Ron. Doubtless this whore hath some of her companions,
That wrong me thus. But if I catch the villain,
I'll bathe my hungry sword and sharp revenge
In his heart-blood. Come down!
Bev. I cannot. [To Trincalo.] Stay;
There stands an empty hogshead with a false bottom
To ope and shut at pleasure; come hither; in,
In, as you love your life.
Trin. But hear you, madam,
Is there no looking-glass within't? for I hate glasses
As naturally as some do cats or cheese.
Bev. In, in, there's none.
Ron. Who now? is the ass pass'd?
Bev. I tunn'd him up, ha, ha, ha! I fear he'll fall aworking.
Ron. Second me handsomely, we'll entertain him
An hour or two, and laugh, and get his clothes
To make our sport up. [Aside.] Wife, where's the empty hogshead,
That wont to stand under the stairs?