Ashb. The caskett is nowe open'd: what coms fyrste?
Pal. Above, the clothes in which I fyrst was swathde, The linnen fyrst worne in myne infancy.
Ashb. These are child's swathinges; whether thyne or no It is to mee uncertaine. To the rest.
Pal. And next to these is a ritche handkercher, Where you shall find in golden letters wrought My place of byrthe, myne and my father's name.
Ashb. Heare's such a handkercher, such letters workt: Speake them, as I shall reade them.
Pal. Mirable.
Ashb. Right! Myrable.
Pal. Daughter of Jhon Ashburne, merchant.
Ashb. Trewe: of Jhon Ashburne merchant—Oh my sowle! —Proceed, prithee proceede.
Pal. And borne in Christ-chyrch, London, Anno—