Scene 20.
Enter Sir Thomas Father Love, brought in a Chair as sick, his Friend by him.
Mr. Comfort Friend.
How are you now?
Father Love.
O Friend! I shall now be well, Heaven hath pitty on me, and will release me soon; and if my Daughter be not buryed, I would have her kept as long out of the Grave as she can be kept, that I might bear her company.
Friend.
She cannot be kept longer, because she was not unbowelled.
Father Love.
Who speaks her Funeral Oration?
Friend.
Why Sir, your distemper hath so disordered all your Family, as it was not thought of.
Father Love.
She shall not go to the Grave without due Praises, if I have life to speak them: Wherefore raise me up, and carry me to the Holy place before her Herse, thus in my Chair, sick as I am; For I will speak her Fu∣neral Oration, although with my last words, Thus will I be carryed living to my Grave.
He is carried out in a Chair by Servants.
Ex.