_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 master's 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. _Merch._ I am, sir. _Old Mer._ Sing, then. _Merch._ Nay, good sir, open to me. _Old Mer._ Sing, I say, or by the merry heart you come not in. _Merch._ 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. _Merch._ Oh, Master Merry-thought, I'm come to ask 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 Heav'n hath given me punishment More than my age can carry; his wand'ring sprite, Not yet at rest, pursues me everywhere, 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 lifetime play'd the knave, Can you forgive him too? _Merch._ With all my heart, sir. _Old Mer._ Speak it again, and heartily. _Merch._ I do, sir. Now by my soul I do. _Old Mer._ "With that came out his paramour, She was as white as the lily flower, Hey troul, troly loly. With that came out her own dear knight, He was as true as ever did fight," &c. _Enter_ LUCE _and_ JASPER. Sir, if you will forgive 'em, clap their hands together, there's no more to be said i' th' matter. _Merch._ I do, I do! _Cit._ I do not like this. Peace, boys, hear me one of you, everybody's part is come to an end but Ralph's, and he's left out. _Boy._ 'Tis long of yourself, 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. _Boy._ 'Twill be very unfit he should die, sir, upon no occasion, and in a comedy too. _Cit._ Take you no care for that, Sir Boy; is not his part at an end, think you, when he's dead? Come away, Ralph. _Enter_ RALPH _with a forked arrow through his head._