_Old Mer._ "Was never man for lady's sake, down, down, Tormented as I, Sir Guy? de derry down, For Lucy's sake, that lady bright, down, down, As ever man beheld with eye? de derry down." _Merch._ I'll be revenged, by heaven! [_Exeunt._ _Finis Actus Secundi._ [_Music._ _Wife._ How dost thou like this, George? _Cit._ Why this is well, dovey; but if Ralph were hot once, thou shouldst see more. _Wife._ The fiddlers go again, husband. _Cit._ Ay, Nell, but this is scurvy music; I gave the young gallows money, and I think he has not got me the waits of Southwark. If I hear 'em not anon, I'll twing him by the ears. You musicians, play Baloo. _Wife._ No, good George, let's have Lachrymæ. _Cit._ Why this is it, bird. _Wife._ Is't? All the better, George; now, sweet lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth? the Confutation of Saint Paul? _Cit._ No, lamb, that's Ralph and Lucrece. _Wife._ Ralph and Lucrece? Which Ralph? our Ralph? _Cit._ No, mouse, that was a Tartarian. _Wife._ A Tartarian? well, I would the fiddlers had done, that we might see our Ralph again. * * * * * ACT III.--SCENE I. _Enter_ JASPER _and_ LUCE. _Jasp._ Come, my dear dear, though we have lost our way We have not lost ourselves. Are you not weary With this night's wand'ring, broken from your rest? And frighted with the terror that attends The darkness of this wild unpeopled place? _Luce._ No, my best friend, I cannot either fear Or entertain a weary thought, whilst you (The end of all my full desires) stand by me. Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languish Amongst the number of forsaken lovers, Tell the long weary steps and number Time, Start at a shadow, and shrink up their blood, Whilst I (possessed with all content and quiet) Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him. _Jasp._ You've caught me, Luce, so fast, that whilst I live I shall become your faithful prisoner, And wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down, And rest your body, too too delicate For these disturbances; so, will you sleep? Come, do not be more able than you are, I know you are not skilful in these watches, For women are no soldiers; be not nice, But take it, sleep, I say. _Luce._ I cannot sleep, Indeed I cannot, friend. _Jasp._ Why then we'll sing, And try how that will work upon our senses. _Luce._ I'll sing, or say, or anything but sleep. _Jasp._ Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heart With that enchanting voice. _Luce._ You mock me, Jasper. SONG. _Jasp._ Tell me, dearest, what is love?