_Ar_. I, my sweete boye, his soule to heaven is fled, But I shall after him immediatly. Then take my latest blessing ere I dye: Come, let me kisse thy little tender lips, Cold death hath tane possession of thy mother; Let me imbrace thee in my dying armes, And pray the Lord protect thee from al harmes. Brother, I feare, this Child when I am gone, Wil have great cause of griefe and hideous feare: You will protect him, but I prophecie, His share will be of woe and misery: But mothers feares do make these cares arise; Come, boye, and close thy mothers dying eyes. Brother and sister, here [_sic_] the latest words, That your dead sister leaves for memory: If you deale ill with this distressed boye, God will revenge poore orphants iniuries, If you deale well, as I do hope you will, God will defend both you and yours from ill. Farewell, farewell, now let me breath my last, Into his dearest mouth, that wanteth breath, And as we lov'd in life imbrace in death. Brother and sister this is all I pray, Tender my boye when we are laide in clay. [_Dyeth_. _Allen_. Gods holy Angell guide your loving soules Unto a place of endlesse happinesse. _Sostr_. Amen, Amen. Ah, what a care she had Of her small Orphant! She did dying pray, To love her Childe when she was laide in claye. _Scr_. Ah blame her not although she held it deare; She left him yonge, the greater cause of feare. _Fall_. Knew she my mind, it would recall her life, [_To the people_. And like a staring Commet she would moove Our harts to think of desolation.-- Scrivenor, have you certified the Will? _Scri_. I have. _Fall_. Then theres two Duckets for your paines. _Scri_. Thankes, gentle sir, and for this time farewell. [_Exit_. _Sost_. Come pretty coozen, cozened by grim death Of thy most carefull parents all too soone; Weepe not, sweete boye, thou shalt have cause to say, Thy Aunt was kinde, though parents lye in claye. _Pert_. But give me leave first to lament the losse, Of my deere parents, nature bindeth me, To waile the death of those that gave me life, And if I live untill I be a man, I will erect a sumptuous monument, And leave remembrance to ensuing times Of kind _Pandino_ and _Armenia_. _Allen_. That shall not neede; my father will erect That sad memoriall of their timeles[5] death, And at that tombe we will lament and say Soft lye the bones of faire _Armenia_. _Fall_. Surcease,_ Allenso_; thats a booteless cost, The Will imports no such iniunction: I will not spend my little Nephewes wealth, In such vaine toyes; they shall have funerall, But with no stately ceremoniall pompe, Thats good for nought but fooles to gase uppon. Live thou in hope to have thine unckles land. _Allen_. His land! why, father, you have land enough, And more by much then I do know to use: I would his vertues would in me survive, So should my Unckle seeme in me alive. But to your will I doe submit my selfe; Do what you please concerning funeralls.