Old Mer. A merry ghost, a very merry ghost.
"And where is your true love? Oh, where is yours?"
Jasp. Marry look you, sir. [Heaves up the coffin.
Old Mer. Ah ha! Art thou good at that i'faith?
"With hey trixie terlerie-whiskin,
The world it runs on wheels;
When the young man's frisking
Up goes the maiden's heels."
Mistress Merry-thought and Michael within.