Y. Lord W. Yet I believe Haddit had his part, for, to my thinking, the cellar went round with him when he left us. But are we come to a bed yet? I must needs sleep.
P. Ser. Come softly by any means, for we are now upon the threshold of my master's chamber, through which I'll bring you to Mistress Rebecca's lodging. Give me your hand, and come very nicely.
[Peter falls into the hole.
Y. Lord W. Where art, Peter?
P. Ser. O, O!
Y. Lord W. Where's this noise, Peter? canst tell?
Hog. I hear the voice of my adopted son-in-law.
Y. Lord W. Why, Peter, wilt not answer me?
P. Ser. O, my Lord above, stand still; I'm fallen down at least thirty fathom deep. If you stand not still till I recover, and have lighted a candle, you're but a dead man.
Hog. I am robb'd, I am undone, I am deluded! Who's in my chamber?