_Enter +Boy+._ +Boy.+ Sir, they are all Come. +Phil.+ Let 'em in.--Now, Mirida, manage Your business well. +Mir.+ Let me alone, I'll warrant ye. _Enter +Ladies+ and +Nurse+._ +All Ladies.+ Ah! my poor dear, dear. +All Nurses.+ Ah! my poor dear master! ah, child, Cry for thy poor dad. [_Kiss the hearse._ +Phil.+ What a dog-kennel's here! how they howl! [_Aside._ +Mir.+ When The passions of your grief are over, pray Hear me speak, because it concerns you all. +Phil.+ Pox of thy gravity, Mirida. [_Aside._ +Mir.+ Nay, hold your tongue; if You set me once a laughing, I shall spoil Your funeral. [_Aside._ _Enter +Pinguister+ and +Lean-man+._ So here comes my fat lover and my Lean one! Welcome, gentlemen, I Was afraid I shou'd not have had your company. +Ping.+ Really, sweet lady, I have taken a purge To-day (as I do constantly, for love Of you) which has retarded me, By reason of its operation, neither can I say it has yet finished. +Mir.+ Sir, please you To sit down, and you, Master Pinguister. +Ping.+ Lady, I shall embrace your offer, and shall Press your chair. By my heart, madam, this chair Was fitter for a jackdaw than [for] me. [_Sits down and breaks the chair._ Nay, they make such chairs now-a-days, that had I A grudge to an upholsterer, I would Desire no greater revenge than to sit Down upon every chair in his shop. +Mir.+ Truly, Sir, I am sorry for your fall. Ladies and gentlewomen, pray give your Attention to my dear deceas'd cousin's Will. Poor young man! he was kill'd yesterday By a duel: He liv'd but two hours after he was hurt, Which time he made use of, to settle something On all you here, his worthy friends. +Omnes.+ A good young man. +Mir.+ Imprimis, I bequeath my soul, as other People use to do, and so my body. Item, I give to Mistress Mary, for a reason that she knows, £500. Item, £500 to Mistress Margaret, for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to Mistress Sarah, for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to Mistress Martha, for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to Mistress Alice, for a reason she knows. Item, £500 to Mistress Eleanor, for a reason she knows. And so to all the rest. Item, To my nurses, I leave each of them £20 a year apiece for their lives, besides their arrears due to them for nursing. These sums [_speaks low_] of money and legacies I leave to be rais'd and paid out of my manor of Constantinople, in which the Great Turk is now tenant for life.