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 * "Serv. So; lift there.
 * "Cer. What is that?
 * "Serv. Sir, even now

Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest; 'Tis of some wreck.
 * "Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it.
 * "2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
 * "Cer. Whate'er it be,

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, It is a good constraint of fortune, that It belches upon us.
 * "2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.
 * "Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!—

Did the sea cast it up?
 * "Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,

As toss'd it upon the shore.
 * "Cer. Come, wrench it open;

Soft, soft!—it smells most sweetly in my sense.
 * "2 Gent. A delicate odour.
 * "Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,—up with it.

O you most potent god! what's here? a corse!
 * "1 Gent. Most strange!