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enter Sir Wary Wastefull thrust out in his couch, exceeding weake; Lady Wastefull, Tingle, Blinko, & the ward Thomaso.
Sir Wary.
Is the boy uh, uh, uh, yet come
from scoole I say;

Lad. Wast.
the boy attends your pleasure,

Ting.
I got him leave from scoole, with some
study & trouble.

Sir Wary.
come hither my Thomaso,
I feel my spirits sinking to the last
period of beeing in this world. uh uh, & therefore
sent for thee, to take my last, my latest leave, uh.
& for to pray a blessing downe upon thee uh.

Tho.
Upon my Knees I thanke you for your Care
& doe expect a blessinge.

Lady.
Tis a good—and dutious child.

Sir Wary.
the deaw of the olympian convexe (child)
with the earth's fatnesse, blesse my deare Thomaso
uh, uh, uh, I faint.

Blinko;
good sir looke up upon mee,
hee's dead, hee's Dead; see how his hand hath claspd
mine! & how cheerefully he lookes! & yet
his pulse & lunges both zease.

Tho.
o my deare father! o my wretched selfe!
what shall become of me? my prop is gon
& I am left a prey to the wide world.
o miserable accident! sad chance,
which now begins to feede upon my heart,
but will not faile, to execute upon
each petty limbe, before my fuller age
shall have the power for to release my thraldome.

Lady.
what shall I say most unfortunate—
my husband is deceasd, his hopes layd up.
in the chil earth: my Comforts all dispersd,
my eies now running fountaines: & my heart
beginning to rebell against my breast;
all my most feeble limbes, mouldering away
with Inundations, of a flowing griefe,
which will admit no solace or reliefe.

Ting.
yet comfort sister: place your thoughts upon
a second marriage.—

Lad.
second marriage! Brother!
call in that word or never see my face
Ile marry none, were he the richest monarch
that sparkles in a throne of diamonds,
I would refuse him, if he were my suter.
Come my Thomazo; thou & I will dye
& locke our Selves up in obscurity. exit cum

Thomazo.

Tingle.
let us praepare for the solemnity
of good Sir Waryes funerall; honest Blinko.
you see my sister is soe much in passion
shee heedes it not; away for blackes, whilst I
will cause the bells to ring; & get the sexten
to make the grave.

Blink.
I'm gone already.

Ting.
Doe good Blinko: make ye best hast you can,
or else this monyed, mighty, & potent Wary
may keepe his bed still, as they doe, when that
most ferall pestilence, doth besiege the houses
of the sick patients. 'tis not pelfe can helpe
a dying usurer, nay, nor lay his bones
in the damp vaults of his dead ancestors.
Drosse of the earth, & guilded ore cannot
prove to dead masters, dutious harbingers;
unlesse the charity of surviving friends
be calld into the action: who hath not read,
how Craesus with his riches were almost
buried alive together in one pile!
how the great pompey had his head strucke off
by the command of a Corrupted eueneuch;
& so for some dayes did want an earthy covering?
how Alexander magnus being poisoned
for some, daies was left lying on his bed
a gazing stocke for every vulgar eye?
how, william that brave Norman, which run ore
with good successe most of the saxon ground
had 7 foote purchased in the city Cave
with much adoe, for his poore sepulcre;
how henry 2d of that name of england,
(unhappy in his most perfidious children)
was at his death most basely pillaged,
even in the time of peace, & stripped too
the very skin: untill a little boy
did with his Cloke (as some old storyes tell)
cover the King: thence called short mantle.
why should I speake of the 3rd victorious edward,
who by Alice perris, whilst he lay ful sicke
was pillagd (as some say) unto the quick.
Vaine man, then cast of base unworldly hopes
who ere thou art; & think not thy gold,
but that thy vertue shall preserve thy name,
longer then marble columnes; or the adamant
encircling stones, & when all earthly things
shall fade away: then virtue comfort brings.