_Mist. Mer._ Why Master _Merry-thought_, will you be a vext thing still? _Old Mer._ Woman I take you to my love again, but you shall sing before you enter: therefore dispatch your song, and so come in. _Mist. Mer._ Well, you must have your Will when all's done, _Mich._ what song canst thou sing Boy? _Mich._ I can sing none forsooth, but a Ladies Daughter of _Paris_ properly. _Mich. Mer. Song. It was a Ladies Daughter_, &c. _Old Mer._ Come, you're welcome home again. If such danger be in playing, and jest must to earnest turn, You shall go no more a Maying. _Merch. within._ Are you within Sir, Master _Merry-thought_? _Jasp._ It is my Masters voice, good Sir, go hold him [in] talk whilst we convey ourselves into some inward room. _Old Mer._ What are you? are you merry? you must be very merry if you enter. _Mer._ I am Sir. _Old Mer._ Sing then. _Mer._ Nay, good Sir open to me. _Old Mer._ Sing, I say, or by the merry heart, you come not in. _Mer._ Well Sir, I'll sing. _Fortune my foe_, &c. _Old Mer._ You are welcome Sir, you are welcome: you see your entertainment, pray you be merry. _Mer._ Oh Master _Merry-thought_, I am come to aske you Forgiveness for the wrongs I offered you, And your most virtuous Son, they're infinite, Yet my contrition shall be more than they. I do confess my hardness broke his heart. For which just heaven hath given me punishment More than my age can carry, his wandring spirit Not yet at rest, pursues me every where, Crying, I'll haunt thee for thy cruelty. My Daughter she is gone, I know not how, Taken invisible, and whether living, Or in grave, 'tis yet uncertain to me. Oh Master _Merry-thought_, these are the Weights, Will sink me to my grave, forgive me Sir. _Old Mer._ Why Sir, I do forgive you, and be merry. And if the wag in's life time, plaid the knave, Can you forgive him too? _Mer._ With all my heart Sir. _Old Mer._ Speak it again, and heartily. _Mer._ I do Sir. Now by my soul I do. _Old Mer._ With that came out his Paramour, She was as white as the Lilly Flower, Hey troul, trolie lolie. _Enter_ Luce _and_ Jasper. With that came out her own dear Knight, He was as true as ever did fight, _&c._ Sir, if you will forgive 'em, clap their hands together, there's no more to be said i'th' matter. _Mer._ I do, I do. _Cit._ I do not like this, peace boys, hear me one of you, every bodies part is come to an end but _Ralph_'s, and he's left out. _Boy._ 'Tis long of your self Sir, we have nothing to do with his part. _Cit. Ralph._ Come away, make on him as you have done of the rest, boys come. _Wife._ Now good Husband, let him come out and die. _Cit._ He shall _Nell_, _Ralph_, come away quickly and die boy.