_Mist. Mer._ No, Michael, 'tis no matter for his blessing; thou hast my blessing. Begone; I'll fetch my money and jewels and follow thee: I'll stay no longer with him I warrant thee. Truly, Charles, I'll be gone too. _Old Mer._ What? You will not. _Mist. Mer._ Yes indeed will I. _Old Mer._ "Heyho, farewell, Nan, I'll never trust wench more again, if I can." _Mist. Mer._ You shall not think (when all your own is gone) to spend that I have been scraping up for Michael. _Old Mer._ Farewell, good wife, I expect it not, all I have to do in this world is to be merry; which I shall, if the ground be not taken from me; and if it be, "When earth and seas from me are reft, The skies aloft for me are left." [_Exeunt._ [_Boy dances. Music._ _Finis Actus Primi._ _Wife._ I'll be sworn he's a merry old gentleman for all that. Hark, hark, husband, hark, fiddles, fiddles; now surely they go finely. They say 'tis present death for these fiddlers to tune their rebecks before the great Turk's grace, is't not, George? But look, look, here's a youth dances; now, good youth, do a turn o' the toe. Sweetheart, i'faith I'll have Ralph come and do some of his gambols: he'll ride the wild mare, gentlemen, 'twould do your hearts good to see him: I thank you, kind youth, pray bid Ralph come. _Cit._ Peace, conie. Sirrah, you scurvy boy, bid the players send Ralph, or an' they do not I'll tear some of their periwigs beside their heads; this is all riff-raff. * * * * * ACT II.--SCENE I. _Enter_ MERCHANT _and_ HUMPHREY. _Merch._ And how faith? how goes it now, son Humphrey? _Hum._ Right worshipful and my beloved friend, And father dear, this matter's at an end. _Merch._ 'Tis well, it should be so, I'm glad the girl Is found so tractable. _Hum._ Nay, she must whirl From hence (and you must wink: for so I say, The story tells), to-morrow before day. _Wife._ George, dost thou think in thy conscience now 'twill be a match? tell me but what thou thinkest, sweet rogue, thou seest the poor gentleman (dear heart) how it labours and throbs I warrant you, to be at rest: I'll go move the father for't. _Cit._ No, no, I prithee sit still, honeysuckle, thou'lt spoil all; if he deny him, I'll bring half a dozen good fellows myself, and in the shutting of an evening knock it up, and there's an end. _Wife._ I'll buss thee for that i'faith, boy; well, George, well, you have been a wag in your days I warrant you; but God forgive you, and I do with all my heart. _Merch._ How was it, son? you told me that to-morrow before daybreak, you must convey her hence.