_Wife._ 'Twas well done _Ralph_, I'll send thee a cold Capon a field, and a bottle of March-beer; and, it may be, come my self to see thee. _Cit. Nel_, the boy hath deceiv'd me much, I did not think it had been in him: he has perform'd such a matter wench, that if I live, next year I'll have him Captain of the Gallifoist, or I'll want my Will. _Enter Old_ Merry-thought. _Old Mer._ Yet I thank God, I break not a rinkle more than I had, not a stoop boys: _Care_ live with Cats, I defie thee, my heart is as sound as an Oak; and though I want drink to wet my whistle, I can sing. _Come no more there boys, come no more there:_ _For we shall never whilst we live, come any more there._ _Enter a Boy with a Coffin._ _Boy._ God save you Sir. _Old Mer._ It's a brave Boy: can'st thou sing? _Boy._ Yes Sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time. _Old Mer._ Sing we, and chaunt it, whilst love doth grant it. _Boy._ Sir, Sir, if you knew what I have brought you, you would have little list to sing. _Old Mer._ Oh the Mimon round, full long [long] I have thee sought. And now I have thee found, and what hast thou here brought? _Boy._ A Coffin, Sir, and your dead Son _Jasper_ in it. _Old Mer._ Dead? why farewell he: Thou wast a bonny boy, and I did love thee. _Enter_ Jasper. _Jasp._ Then I pray you Sir, do so still. _Old Mer. Jasper_'s Ghost? thou art welcome from _Stygian lake_ so soon, Declare to me what wondrous things in _Pluto_'s court are done. _Jasp._ By my troth sir, I ne'r came there, 'tis too hot for me Sir. _Old Mer._ A merry Ghost, a very merry Ghost. And where is your true love? Oh where is yours? _Jasp._ Marry look you Sir. [_Heaves up the Coffin._ _Old Mer._ Ah ha! Art thou good at that i' faith? With hey trixie terlerie-whiskin, the world it runs on wheels. When the young mans ---- up goes the Maidens heels. _Mistriss_ Merry-thought _and_ Michael _within_. _Mist. Mer._ What Mr. _Merri-thought_, will you not let's in? what do you think shall become of us? _[Old] Mer._ What voice is that that calleth at our door? _Mist. Mer._ You know me well enough, I am sure I have not been such a stranger to you. _Old Mer._ And some they whistled, and some they sung, _Hey down, down_: and some did loudly say, ever as the Lord _Barnets_ horn blew, _Away Musgrave away_. _Mist. Mer._ You will not have us starve here, will you Master _Merry-thought_? _Jasp._ Nay, good Sir be perswaded, she is my Mother: if her offences have been great against you, let your own love remember she is yours, and so forgive her. _Luce._ Good master _Merry-thought_, let me intreat you, I will not be denied.