ACT V.—Scene I.
Enter Merchant, solus.
Merch. I will have no great store of company at the wedding: a couple of neighbours and their wives; and we will have a capon in stewed broth, with marrow, and a good piece of beef, stuck with rosemary.
Enter Jasper, with his face mealed.
Jasp. Forbear thy pains, fond man, it is too late.
Merch. Heav'n bless me! Jasper!
Jasp. Ay, I am his ghost,
Whom thou hast injur'd for his constant love:
Fond worldly wretch, who dost not understand