Frailties that are inherent to her sex,
Soon sick, and soon recover'd.

Winc. If she misfare,

I am a man more wretched in her loss,
Than ever I had forfeited life and estate;
She was so good a creature.

O. Ger. I the like

Suffer'd when I my wife brought to her grave;
So you, when you were first a widower:
Come, arm yourself with patience.

Ric. These are casualties
That are not new, but common.
Reig. Burying of wives,

As stale as shifting shirts, or for some servants

To flout and gull their masters.

Own. Best to send

And see how her fit holds her.

Enter PRUDENTILLA and CLOWN.

Prud. Sir, my sister

In these few lines commends her last to you,
For she's now no more: what's therein writ,
Save heaven and you, none knows; this she desir'd,
You would take view of; and with these words-
expired.

Winc. Dead?

Y. Ger. (Aside.) She hath made me then a free release

Of all the debts I owed her.

Winc. (Reads to himself.) My fear is beyond pardon; Dalavel

Hath play'd the villain; but for Geraldine,

He hath been each way noble: love him still.
My peace already I have made with heaven;
Oh, be not you at war with me: my honour
Is in
your hands to punish or preserve.

I am now confest, and only Geraldine

Hath wrought on me this unexpected good:
The ink I write with, I wish had been my blood,
To witness my repentance.-Dalavel?

Where's he? Go, seek him out.

Clown. I shall, I shall, sir.

[Exit.

Winc. (Aside.) The wills of dead folk should be still obeyed;

However false to me, I'll not reveal❜t;

Where heaven forgives, I pardon. Gentlemen, I know you all commiserate my loss;

I little thought this feast should have been turn'd

Enter CLOWN.

Into a funeral. What's the news of him?

Clown. He went presently to the stable, put the saddle upon his horse, put his foot into the stirrup, clapp'd his spurs into his sides, and away he's gallop'd, as if he were to ride a race for a wager.

Winc. All our ill lucks go with him, farewell he: (ToY.Ger.) But all my best of wishes wait on you, As my chief friend: this meeting that was made Only to take of you a parting leave,

Shall now be made a marriage of our love,
Which none, save only death, shall separate.
Y. Ger. It calls me from all travel, and from
henceforth,

With my country I am friends.

Winc. The lands that I have left,

You lend me for the short space of my life;

As soon as heaven calls me, they call you lord: First feast, and after mourn; we'll like some gallants,

That bury thrifty fathers, think't no sin

To wear black without, but other thoughts within. [Excunt.

FINIS.