Boy. Yes, sir, I can sing, but 'tis not so necessary at this time.
Old Mer. "Sing we, and chaunt it,
Whilst love doth grant it."
Boy. Sir, sir, if you knew what I have brought you, you would have little list to sing.
Old Mer. "Oh, the Mimon round,
Full long I have thee sought,
And now I have thee found,
And what hast thou here brought?"
Boy. A coffin, sir, and your dead son Jasper in it.
Old Mer. Dead!