[Also taking Shakespeare’s hand.] Good-bye, dear friend, good-bye! I shall have news of you from my brother who passes this way next week, and will tell us in London how you do. Farewell.
Shakespeare:
Farewell. Farewell! I thank you both for coming, and all your offices of friendship and your courtesy. Keep me in loving memory.
Drayton:
We shall, indeed! [Exit.]
Jonson:
Always. Always. [Going out he adds.] So long as this machine lasts.
Scene II.
His will is outspread now on the table by the bed.
Judith Shakespeare: