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_--
_Ashb_. 160(?)0.[133]
Oh you Imortall powers. I stagger yet
Beetwixt despayer and hope, and canott guesse
Which weye my fate will swaye mee; oh speake, speake!
Thy mothers name?
_Pal_. Reade it in sylver letters pleynly wrought
In the next Imbrodered Linnen.
_Ashb_. If that fayle not
I have a firme rock to build upon.--
_The guift of Isabell to her daughter Mirable_.--
Oh frend, oh servant!
_Clown_. How is't, syr?
_Fisher_. How now, mayster?
_Ashb_. I that so many yeares have been despoyl'd,
Neclected, shattered, am made upp againe,
Repaired, and new created.
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