they come up, and have anything to do in the law;
therefore, good father, these are, for your own sake as well as mine, to
re-desire you, that you let me not want that which is fit for the setting
up of our name, in the honourable volume of gentility, that I may say to
our calumniators, with Tully, 'Ego sum ortus domus meae, tu occasus tuae.'
And thus, not doubting of your fatherly benevolence, I humbly ask your
blessing, and pray God to bless you.
Yours, if his own," [FUNGOSO.]
How's this! "Yours, if his own!" Is he not my son, except he be his own
son? belike this is some new kind of subscription the gallants use. Well!
wherefore dost thou stay, knave? away; go.
[EXIT HIND.]
Here's a letter, indeed! revels? and benevolence? is this a weather to
send benevolence? or is this a season to revel in? 'Slid, the devil and
all takes part to vex me, I think! this letter would never have come now
else, now, now, when the sun shines, and the air thus clear. Soul! If
this hold, se shall shortly have an excellent crop of corn spring out of
the high ways: the streets and houses of the town will be hid with the
rankness of the fruits, that grow there in spite of good husbandry. Go to,
I'll prevent the sight of it, come as quickly as it can, I will prevent the
sight of it. I have this remedy, heaven.
[CLAMBERS UP, AND SUSPENDS THE HALTER TO A TREE.]
Stay; I'll try the pain thus a little. O, nothing, nothing. Well now!
shall my son gain a benevolence by my death? or anybody be the better for
my gold, or so forth? no; alive I kept it from them, and dead, my ghost
shall walk about it, and preserve it. My son and daughter shall starve ere
they touch it; I have hid it as deep as hell from the sight of heaven, and
to it I go now.
[FLINGS HIMSELF OFF.

ENTER FIVE OR SIX RUSTICS, ONE AFTER ANOTHER.

1 RUST. Ah me, what pitiful sight is this! help, help, help!

2 RUST. How now! what's the matter?

1 RUST. O, here's a man has hang'd himself, help to get him again.

2 RUST. Hang'd himself! 'Slid, carry him afore a justice, 'tis
chance-medley, o' my word.

3 RUST. How now, what's here to do?

4 RUST. How comes this?

2 RUST. One has executed himself, contrary to order of law, and by my
consent he shall answer it.
[THEY CUT HIM DOWN.

5 RUST. Would he were in case to answer it!