Old Mer. Dead? why farewell he:
Thou wast a bonny boy, and I did love thee.
Enter Jasper.
Jasp. Then I pray you Sir, do so still.
Old Mer. Jasper's Ghost? thou art welcome from Stygian lake so soon,
Declare to me what wondrous things in Pluto's court are done.
Jasp. By my troth sir, I ne'r came there, 'tis too hot for me Sir.
Old Mer. A merry Ghost, a very merry Ghost.
And where is your true love? Oh where is yours?
Jasp. Marry look you Sir. [Heaves up the Coffin.
Old Mer. Ah ha! Art thou good at that i' faith?
With hey trixie terlerie-whiskin, the world it runs on wheels.
When the young mans —— up goes the Maidens heels.
Mistriss Merry-thought and Michael within.
Mist. Mer. What Mr. Merri-thought, will you not let's in? what do you think shall become of us?