Merch. Hence, fool, out of my sight, with thy fond passion
Thou hast undone me.
Humph. Hold, my father dear,
For Luce thy daughter's sake, that had no peer.
Merch. Thy father, fool? There's some blows more, begone. [Beats him.
Jasper, I hope thy ghost be well appeased
To see thy will perform'd; now will I go
To satisfy thy father for thy wrongs. [Exit.
Humph. What shall I do? I have been beaten twice,
And Mistress Luce is gone. Help me, device: