Merch. Forgive me, Jasper! Oh! what might I do,
Tell me, to satisfy thy troubled ghost?
Jasp. There is no means, too late thou think'st on this.
Merch. But tell me what were best for me to do?
Jasp. Repent thy deed, and satisfy my father,
And beat fond Humphrey out of thy doors. [Exit Jasper.
Enter Humphrey.
Wife. Look, George, his very ghost would have folks beaten.
Humph. Father, my bride is gone, fair Mistress Luce.
My soul's the font of vengeance, mischief's sluice.