Merch. Forgive me Jasper; Oh! what might I do?
Tell me to satisfie thy troubled Ghost?
Jasp. There is no means, too late thou thinkst on this.
Mer. But tell me what were best for me to do?
Jasp. Repent thy deed, and satisfie my father,
And beat fond Humphrey out of thy doors. [Exit Jasp.
Enter Humphrey.
Wife. Look George, his very Ghost would have folks beaten.
Hum. Father, my bride is gone, fair Mistris Luce,
My soul's the font of vengeance, mischiefs sluce.
Mer. Hence fool out of my sight, with thy fond passion,
Thou hast undone me.
Hum. Hold my father dear,
For Luce thy daughters sake, that had no peer.
Mer. Thy father fool? there's some blows more, begon.
Jasper, I hope thy Ghost be well appeased,
To see thy will perform'd, now [will I] go
To satisfie thy father for thy wrongs. [Exit.