Jasp. Long may you live free from all thought of ill,
And long have cause to be thus merry still.
But Father?
Old Mer. No more words Jasper, get thee gone, thou hast my blessing, thy Fathers spirit upon thee. Farewel Jasper; but yet, or e'r you part (oh cruel) kiss me, kiss me sweeting, mine own dear jewel: So, now begone; no words.
[Exit Jasper.
Mist. Mer. So Michael, now get thee gone too.
Mich. Yes forsooth Mother, but I'll have my Father's blessing first.
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 begon too.
[Old Mer. What you will not?]
Mist. Mer. Yes indeed will I.
Old Mer. Hay ho, farewel 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.