I'll try my strength upon the door. Despair!
I might as soon uproot the eternal rocks
As force it open. Am I here a prisoner,
And no one in the house? no one at hand,
Or likely soon to be, to hear my cries?
Am I entombed alive? Horrible fate!
I sink—I faint beneath the bare conception!
[Awakes.] Darkness? Where am I? I remember, now,
This is a bag of ducats—'tis no dream—
No dream! The trap-door fell, and here am I