is, there's good inkle on the top of the inside, if he have the wit to
lay hold on't. [_Aside._

_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.