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_.
'Tis a good gift, And will be long remembred.
_Die_.
To your worship, (Because you must take pains to see all finish'd) I give two thousand more, it may be three, Sir, A poor gratuity for your pains-taking.
_Bar_.
These are large sums.
_Lop_.