I sayd, "Is there Aught we can doe for thee?" She made Answer, "Perhaps you can give me Tuppence, Mistress, to lay on her poor Eyelids and keep 'em down. Bless 'ee, bless 'ee! You're like the good Samaritan--he pulled out Twopence. And maybe, if I come to 'ee To-morrow, you'll give me a Lapfulle of Rosemarie, to lay on her poor Corpse.... I know you've Plenty. GOD be with 'ee, Children; and be sure ye mind how a Christian can die." Soe we left, and came Home sober enow. _Cecy_ sayth, "To die is not soe fearfulle, _Meg_, as I thoughte, but shoulde _you_ fancy dying without a Priest? I shoulde not; and yet _Gammer_ sayd she wanted not one. Howbeit, for certayn, _Gammer Gurney_ is noe Witch, or she would not soe prayse GOD." To conclude, _Father_, on hearing Alle, hath given _Gammer_ more than enow for her present Needes; and _Cecy_ and I are the Almoners of his Mercy. _June 24th._ Yesternighte, being _St. John's Eve_, we went into Town to see the mustering of the Watch. Mr. _Rastall_ had secured us a Window opposite the _King's Head_, in _Chepe_, where theire Majestys went in State to see the Show. The Streets were a Marvell to see, being like unto a Continuation of fayr Bowres or Arbours, garlanded acrosse and over the Doors with greene Birch, long Fennel, Orpin, St. _John's_ Wort, white Lilies, and such like; with innumerable Candles intersperst, the which, being lit up as soon as 'twas Dusk, made the Whole look like enchanted Land; while, at the same Time, the leaping over Bon-fires commenced, and produced Shouts of Laughter. The Youths woulde have had _Father_ goe downe and joyn 'em; _Rupert_, speciallie, begged him hard, but he put him off with, "Sirrah, you Goose-cap, dost think 'twoulde befitt the Judge of the _Sheriffs' Court_?" At length, to the Sound of Trumpets, came marching up _Cheapside_ two Thousand of the Watch, in white Fustian, with the City Badge; and seven hundred Cressett Bearers, eache with his Fellow to supplie him with Oyl, and making, with theire flaring Lights, the Night as cleare as Daye. After 'em, the Morris-dancers and City Waites; the Lord Mayor on horseback, very fine, with his Giants and Pageants; and the Sheriff and his Watch, and _his_ Giants and Pageants. The Streets very uproarious on our way back to the Barge, but the homeward Passage delicious; the Nighte Ayre cool; and the Stars shining brightly. _Father_ and _Erasmus_ had some astronomick Talk; howbeit, methoughte _Erasmus_ less familiar with the heavenlie Bodies than _Father_ is. Afterwards they spake of the King, but not over-freelie, by reason of the Bargemen overhearing. Thence, to the ever-vext Question of _Martin Luther_, of whome _Erasmus_ spake in Terms of earneste, yet qualifyde Prayse.