Scene 14.
Enter Nan the Lady Jealousies Maid, going through the room cry∣ing, and the Fool following her singing.
FOol.
Childrens eyes are always flowing,
Womens tongues are always going,
And mens brains are always musing,
And mans natures all abusing,
And mans life is always running,
And mans death is always comming.
Enter Mistris Single.
Single.
VVhose death is comming?
Fool.
Yours for any thing I know: wherefore take heed; for let me tell you; Death is a rough fellow: for he pulls the soul out of the body, as a Barber-Chirurgeon doth a tooth, sometimes with less pain, sometimes with more; but many times Death is forc'd to tear the body, as a Tooth-drawer tears the jaw-bone, before he can get it out.
Single.
VVhat Instruments doth Death draw out the Soul with?
Fool.
Sickness, VVounds, Passions, Accidents, and the like.
Single.
But how came Death and you so well acquainted?
Fool.
VVe are near a Kin: for Death and Ignorance are Cousin-Ger∣mans.