_Neigh_. I will not strive since yee will have it so. _Beech_. Neighbour, farewell. [_Exit Beech and Neigh_. _Mer_. Farewell unto you both. His shop is stor'd, he is not much in debt, He hath a score of poundes to helpe his neede: I and a score too if the trueth were known. I would I had a shop so stor'd with wares, And fortie poundes to buy a bargain with, When as occasion should be offered me; Ide live as merrie as the wealthiest man That hath his being within London walles. I cannot buy my beare, my bread, my meate, My fagots, coales, and such like necessaries, At the best hand, because I want the coine, That manie misers cofer up in bagges, Having enough to serve their turnes besides. Ah for a tricke to make this _Beeches_ trash Forsake his cofer and to rest in mine! I, marrie, sir, how may that tricke be done? Marrie, with ease and great facilitie. I will invent some new-found stratagem, To bring his coyne to my possession. What though his death relieve my povertie? Gaine waites on courage, losse on cowardice. [_Exit_. [SCENE II.] _Enter Pandino and Armenia sicke on a bed, Pertillo their Sonne, Falleria his Brother, Sostrato his Wife, Alinso their Sonne, and a Scrivener with a Will, &c_. _Pan_. Brother and sister, pray you both drawe neere, And heere my will which you have promised Shall be performde with wished providence. This little Orphant I must leave behinde, By your direction to be governed. As for my wife and I, we do awaite The blessed houre when it shall please the Lord, To take us to the iust _Ierusalem_. Our chiefest care is for that tender boye, Which we should leave discomfortlesse behinde, But that we do assure us of your love And care to guide his weake unhable youth In pathes of knowledge, grace, and godlinesse. As for the riches of this mortall life, We leave enough; foure hundreth pounds a yeare, Besides two thousand pounds to make a stocke, In money, iewels, plate, and houshold stuffe,-- Which yearly rents and goods we leave to you, To be surrendered into his hands, When he attaines to yeeres of discreation. My Will imports thus much, which you shall heare; And you shall be my sole Executor. _Fall_. Brother and sister, how my hart laments To see your weake and sicke afflicted limmes Neere overcome with dyrefull malladies, The God of heaven can truly testifie,-- Which, to speake plaine, is nere a whit at all-- [_To the people_. Which knowes the secret corners of my heart; But for the care you do impose on me, For the tuition of your little sonne, Thinke, my kinde brother, I will meditate, Both day and night, how I may best fulfill, The care and trust, reposed in your Will,-- And see him posted quickly after you. [_To the people_.