_Gerv._ Let me come to't; I'll break it open, and you may take out
your writings.

_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.

_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.