_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_.

Nothing to him that has 'em.

_Die_.

To my old Master Vicar, I give five hundred,
(Five hundred and five hundred are too few, Sir)
But there be more to serve.

_Bar_.

This fellow coins sure.

_Die_.

Give me some more drink. Pray ye buy Books, buy Books,
You have a learned head, stuff it with Libraries,
And understand 'em, when