Come with heavy moaning, And on his grave Let him have Sacrifice of sighs and groaning; Let him have fair flowers enow, White and purple, green and yellow, For him that was of men most true. Thou sable cloth, sad cover of my joys, I lift thee up, and thus I meet with death. _Jasp._ And thus you meet the living. _Luce._ Save me, Heav'n! _Jasp._ Nay, do not fly me, fair, I am no spirit; Look better on me, do you know me yet? _Luce._ O thou dear shadow of my friend! _Jasp._ Dear substance, I swear I am no shadow; feel my hand, It is the same it was: I am your Jasper, Your Jasper that's yet living, and yet loving; Pardon my rash attempt, my foolish proof I put in practice of your constancy. For sooner should my sword have drunk my blood, And set my soul at liberty, than drawn The least drop from that body, for which boldness Doom me to anything; if death, I take it And willingly. _Luce._ This death I'll give you for it: So, now I'm satisfied; you are no spirit; But my own truest, truest, truest friend, Why do you come thus to me? _Jasp._ First, to see you, Then to convey you hence. _Luce._ It cannot be, For I am lock'd up here, and watch'd at all hours, That 'tis impossible for me to 'scape. _Jasp._ Nothing more possible: within this coffin Do you convey yourself; let me alone, I have the wits of twenty men about me, Only I crave the shelter of your closet A little, and then fear me not; creep in That they may presently convey you hence. Fear nothing, dearest love, I'll be your second; Lie close, so, all goes well yet. Boy! _Boy._ At hand, sir. _Jasp._ Convey away the coffin, and be wary. _Boy._ 'Tis done already. _Jasp._ Now must I go conjure. [_Exit._ _Enter_ MERCHANT. _Merch._ Boy, boy! _Boy._ Your servant, sir. _Merch._ Do me this kindness, boy; hold, here's a crown: before thou bury the body of this fellow, carry it to his old merry father, and salute him from me, and bid him sing: he hath cause. _Boy._ I will, sir. _Merch._ And then bring me word what tune he is in, And have another crown; but do it truly. I've fitted him a bargain, now, will vex him. _Boy._ God bless your worship's health, sir. _Merch._ Farewell, boy. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ MASTER MERRY-THOUGHT. _Wife._ Ah, Old Merry-thought, art thou there again? Let's hear some of thy songs. _Old Mer._ "Who can sing a merrier note Than he that cannot change a groat?"