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 my self 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.
Merc. 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 boyes, cut him i'th' leg.
Merc. Come your ways Minion, I'll provide a Cage for you, you're grown so tame. Horse her away.