_Jasp._ I, I am his Ghost Whom thou hast injur'd for his constant love: Fond worldly wretch, who dost not understand In death that true hearts cannot parted be. First know thy daughter is quite born away, On wings o[f] Angels: through the liquid Ayre Too far out of thy reach, and never more Shalt thou behold her face: But she and I Will in another world enjoy our loves, Where neither fathers anger, poverty, Nor any cross that troubles earthly men Shall make us sever our united hearts, And never shall thou sit, or be alone In any place, but I will visit thee With gastly looks, and put into thy mind The great offences which thou didst to me. When thou art at thy Table with thy friends, Merry in heart, and fild with swelling wine, I'll come in midst of all thy pride and mirth, Invisible to all men but thy self, And whisper such a sad tale in thine ear, Shall make thee let the Cup fall from thy hand, And stand as mute and pale as Death itself. _Merch._ Forgive me _Jasper_; Oh! what might I do? Tell me to satisfie thy troubled Ghost? _Jasp._ There is no means, too late thou thinkst on this. _Mer._ But tell me what were best for me to do? _Jasp._ Repent thy deed, and satisfie my father, And beat fond _Humphrey_ out of thy doors. [_Exit Jasp._ _Enter_ Humphrey. _Wife._ Look _George_, his very Ghost would have folks beaten. _Hum._ Father, my bride is gone, fair Mistris _Luce_, My soul's the font of vengeance, mischiefs sluce. _Mer._ Hence fool out of my sight, with thy fond passion, Thou hast undone me. _Hum._ Hold my father dear, For _Luce_ thy daughters sake, that had no peer. _Mer._ Thy father fool? there's some blows more, begon. _Jasper_, I hope thy Ghost be well appeased, To see thy will perform'd, now [will I] go To satisfie thy father for thy wrongs. [_Exit._ _Hum._ What shall I do? I have been beaten twice. And Mistris _Luce_ is gone? help me device: Since my true-love is gone, I never more, Whilst I do live, upon the Skie will pore; But in the dark will wear out my shoo-soles In passion, in Saint _Faiths_ Church under _Pauls_. [_Exit._ _Wife. George_ call _Rafe_ hither, if you love me call _Rafe_ hither, I have the bravest thing for him to do _George_; prethee, call him quickly. _Cit. Rafe_, why _Rafe_ boy. _Enter_ Rafe. _Rafe._ Here Sir. _Cit._ Come hither _Rafe_, come to thy Mistris Boy.