_Trick._ [_Taking hold of the chest._] Then you shall carry me too.
Help, murder, murder! [_A confused gabbling among them._

_Enter Mrs_ SAINTLY.

_Saint._ Verily, I think all hell's broke loose among you. What, a
schism in my family! Does this become the purity of my house? What
will the ungodly say?

_Limb._ No matter for the ungodly; this is all among ourselves: For,
look you, the business is this. Mrs Pleasance has sent for this same
business here, which she lent to Pug; now Pug has some private
businesses within this business, which she would take out first, and
the business will not be opened: and this makes all the business.

_Saint._ Verily, I am raised up for a judge amongst you; and I say--

_Trick._ I'll have no judge: it shall not go.

_Aldo._ Why son, why daughter, why Mrs Saintly; are you all mad? Hear
me, I am sober, I am discreet; let a smith be sent for hither, let him
break open the chest; let the things contained be taken out, and the
thing containing be restored.

_Limb._ Now hear me too, for I am sober and discreet; father Aldo is
an oracle: It shall be so.

_Trick._ Well, to show I am reasonable, I am content. Mr Gervase and I
will fetch an instrument from the next smith; in the mean time, let
the chest remain where it now stands, and let every one depart the