Andel. I fear he’s risen again; didst not thou meet him?
Shad. I, sir? do you think this white and red durst have kissed my sweet cheeks, if they had seen a ghost? But, master, if the Destinies, or Fortune, or the Fates, or the Fairies have stolen him, never indict them for the felony: for by this means the charges of a tomb is saved, and you being his heirs, may do as many rich executors do, put that money in your purses, and give out that he died a beggar.
Andel. Away, you rogue, my father die a beggar!
I’ll build a tomb for him of massy gold.
Shad. Methinks, master, it were better to let the memory of him shine in his own virtues, if he had any, than in alabaster.
Andel. I shall mangle that alabaster face, you whoreson virtuous vice.
Shad. He has a marble heart, that can mangle a face of alabaster.
Andel. Brother, come, come, mourn not; our father is but stepped to agree with Charon for his boat hire to Elysium. See, here’s a story of all his travels; this book shall come out with a new addition: I’ll tread after my father’s steps; I’ll go measure the world, therefore let’s share these jewels, take this, or this!
Amp. Will you then violate our father’s will?
Andel. A Puritan!—keep a dead man’s will? Indeed in the old time, when men were buried in soft church-yards, that their ghosts might rise, it was good: but, brother, now they are imprisoned in strong brick and marble, they are fast. Fear not: away, away, these are fooleries, gulleries, trumperies; here’s this or this, or I am gone with both!
Amp. Do you as you please, the sin shall not be mine. Fools call those things profane that are divine.