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90 A cold and clammy corpse, oh dear! San Blas, Antonio, all the saints, oh, hear!

Roselo. How now?

Marin. Ugh! I touched it now; so fat and soft, A friar's paunch, I'll swear. Ah, here's a skull! It seems an ass's, 'tis so big: I feel As if his teeth were fix'd upon my heel.

Roselo. What teeth?

Marin. I tremble, know not what I say or fear; I put my finger 'tween the stones all broken here, And thought 'twas something gnawing at my flesh— Who touches me again—oh, dear!

Roselo. Where have they laid Otavio's lifeless corse [sic]?

Marin. Why speak of that just now, good sir? Oh, help!

Roselo. What now?

Marin. Oh, mercy, why did I omit to bring The indulgence snugly in my pouch?

Roselo. For what?

Marin. Did I not eat the missing trout, and all The pears that lay in sugar, and swear I did not?

Roselo. Have done thy senseless chatter.

Julia (aside). Alas! alas! no hiding-place I see; They come, alas! and whither shall I go? Gentlemen, pray, say are ye alive or no?

Marin. I'm not alive; in fact, I'm sure I'm dead.

Roselo. Who speaks of death with such melodious voice?

Marin. Indeed I'm dead. Let me 'scape this once, And ne'er again will I come groping in Cold, dank, and deathly vaults, on such fool's errand As this same.