_Jasp._ Foolish girl, Canst thou imagine I could love his daughter That flung me from my fortune into nothing? Dischargéd me his service, shut the doors Upon my poverty, and scorn'd my prayers, Sending me, like a boat without a mast, To sink or swim? Come, by this hand you die, I must have life and blood, to satisfy Your father's wrongs. _Wife._ Away, George, away, raise the watch at Ludgate, and bring a mittimus from the justice for this desperate villain. Now, I charge you, gentlemen, see the King's peace kept. O my heart, what a varlet's this, to offer manslaughter upon the harmless gentlewoman? _Cit._ I warrant thee, sweetheart, we'll have him hampered. _Luce._ Oh, Jasper! be not cruel, If thou wilt kill me, smile, and do it quickly, And let not many deaths appear before me. I am a woman made of fear and love, A weak, weak woman, kill not with thy eyes, They shoot me through and through. Strike, I am ready, And dying, still I love thee. _Enter_ MERCHANT, HUMPHREY, _and his_ MEN. _Merch._ Where abouts? _Jasp._ No more of this, now to myself again. _Hum._ There, there he stands with sword, like martial knight, Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fight You that are wise; for were I good Sir Bevis, I would not stay his coming, by your leaves. _Merch._ Sirrah, restore my daughter. _Jasp._ Sirrah, no. _Merch._ Upon him then. _Wife._ So, down with him, down with him, down with him! Cut him i'the leg, boys, cut him i'the leg! _Merch._ Come your ways, minion, I'll provide a cage for you, you're grown so tame. Horse her away. _Hum._ Truly I am glad your forces have the day. [_Exeunt._ _Manet_ JASPER. _Jasp._ They're gone, and I am hurt; my love is lost, Never to get again. Oh, me unhappy! Bleed, bleed and die----I cannot; oh, my folly! Thou hast betrayed me; hope, where art thou fled? Tell me, if thou be'st anywhere remaining. Shall I but see my love again? Oh, no! She will not deign to look upon her butcher, Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venture. Oh chance, or fortune, or whate'er thou art That men adore for powerful, hear my cry, And let me loving live, or losing die. [_Exit._ _Wife._ Is he gone, George? _Cit._ Ay, coney. _Wife._ Marry, and let him go, sweetheart, by the faith a my body, a has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an aspin leaf. Look a my little finger, George, how it shakes: now, in truth, every member of my body is the worse for't. _Cit._ Come, hug in mine arms, sweet mouse, he shall not fright thee any more; alas, mine own dear heart, how it quivers. _Enter_ MISTRESS MERRY-THOUGHT, RALPH, MICHAEL, SQUIRE, DWARF, HOST, _and a_ TAPSTER. _Wife._ O Ralph, how dost thou, Ralph? How hast thou slept to-night? Has the knight used thee well? _Cit._ Peace, Nell, let Ralph alone.