Old Mer. Yet I thank God, I break not a rinkle more than I had, not a stoop boys: Care live with Cats, I defie thee, my heart is as sound as an Oak; and though I want drink to wet my whistle, I can sing.
Come no more there boys, come no more there:
For we shall never whilst we live, come any more there.
Enter a Boy with a Coffin.
Boy. God save you Sir.
Old Mer. It's a brave Boy: can'st thou sing?
Boy. Yes Sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time.
Old Mer. Sing we, and chaunt it, whilst love doth grant it.
Boy. Sir, Sir, if you knew what I have brought you, you would have little list to sing.
Old Mer. Oh the Mimon round, full long [long] I have thee sought.
And now I have thee found, and what hast thou here brought?
Boy. A Coffin, Sir, and your dead Son Jasper in it.