Fortune my foe, &c.
Old Mer. You are welcome Sir, you are welcome: you see your entertainment, pray you be merry.
Mer. Oh Master Merry-thought, I am come to aske you
Forgiveness for the wrongs I offered you,
And your most virtuous Son, they're infinite,
Yet my contrition shall be more than they.
I do confess my hardness broke his heart.
For which just heaven hath given me punishment
More than my age can carry, his wandring spirit
Not yet at rest, pursues me every where,
Crying, I'll haunt thee for thy cruelty.
My Daughter she is gone, I know not how,
Taken invisible, and whether living,
Or in grave, 'tis yet uncertain to me.
Oh Master Merry-thought, these are the Weights,
Will sink me to my grave, forgive me Sir.
Old Mer. Why Sir, I do forgive you, and be merry.
And if the wag in's life time, plaid the knave,
Can you forgive him too?
Mer. With all my heart Sir.
Old Mer. Speak it again, and heartily.
Mer. I do Sir.
Now by my soul I do.
Old Mer. With that came out his Paramour,
She was as white as the Lilly Flower,
Hey troul, trolie lolie.
Enter Luce and Jasper.
With that came out her own dear Knight,
He was as true as ever did fight, &c.