Jane. Once more I say: no;
Once more be gone, I pray; else will I go.
Ham. Nay, then I will grow rude, by this white hand,
Until you change that cold “no”; here I’ll stand
Till by your hard heart——
Jane. Nay, for God’s love, peace!
My sorrows by your presence more increase.
Not that you thus are present, but all grief
Desires to be alone; therefore in brief
Thus much I say, and saying bid adieu:
If ever I wed man, it shall be you.
Ham. O blessed voice! Dear Jane, I’ll urge no more,
Thy breath hath made me rich.
Jane. Death makes me poor. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. London: a Street before Hodge’s Shop.
Hodge, at his shop-board, Ralph, Firk, Hans, and a Boy at work.
All. Hey, down a down, down derry.
Hodge. Well said, my hearts; ply your work to-day, we loitered yesterday; to it pell-mell, that we may live to be lord mayors, or aldermen at least.