Grief will do little now, Sir, Draw it to your comfort, Friend, and as I counsel ye, An honest man, but such men live not always: Who are about him? _Lop_. Many, now he is passing, That would pretend to his love, yes, and some Gentlemen That would fain counsel him, and be of his Kindred; Rich men can want no Heirs, Sir. _Bar_. They do ill, Indeed they do, to trouble him; very ill, Sir. But we shall take a care. _Enter_ Diego, _in a Bed_, Milanes, Arsenio, _and_ Parishioners. _Lop_. Will ye come near, Sir? 'Pray ye bring him out; now ye may see in what state: Give him fresh Air. _Bar_. I am sorry, Neighbour _Diego_, To find ye in so weak a state. _Die_. Ye are welcome, But I am fleeting, Sir. _Bar_. Me-thinks he looks well, His colour fresh, and strong, his eyes are chearful. _Lop_. A glimmering before death, 'tis nothing else, Sir, Do you see how he fumbles with the Sheet? do ye note that? _Die_. My learned Sir, 'pray ye sit: I am bold to send for ye, To take a care of what I leave. _Lop_. Do ye hear that? _Ars_. Play the Knave finely. _Die_. So I will, I warrant ye, And carefully. _Bar_. 'Pray ye do not trouble him, You see he's weak and has a wandring fancy. _Die_. My honest Neighbours, weep not, I must leave ye, I cannot always bear ye company, We must drop still, there is no remedy: 'Pray ye Master Curate, will ye write my Testament, And write it largely it may be remembred, And be witness to my Legacies, good Gentlemen; Your Worship I do make my full Executor, You are a man of wit and understanding: Give me a cup of Wine to raise my Spirits, For I speak low: I would before these Neighbours Have ye to swear, Sir, that you will see it executed, And what I give let equally be rendred For my souls health. _Bar_. I vow it truly, Neighbours, Let not that trouble ye, before all these, Once more I give my Oath. _Die_. Then set me higher, And pray ye come near me all. _Lop_. We are ready for ye. _Mil_. Now spur the Ass, and get our friend time. _Die_. First then, After I have given my body to the worms, (For they must be serv'd first, they are seldom cozen'd.) _Lop_. Remember your Parish, Neighbour. _Die_. You speak truly, I do remember it, a lewd vile Parish, And pray it may be mended: To the poor of it, (Which is to all the Parish) I give nothing, For nothing, unto nothing, is most natural, Yet leave as much space, as will build an Hospital, Their Children may pray for me. _Bar_. What do you give to it? _Die_. Set down two thousand Duckets. _Bar_.