Merch. Well, sir, I'll sing.
"Fortune my foe," &c.
Old Mer. You are welcome, sir, you are welcome: you see your entertainment, pray you be merry.
Merch. Oh, Master Merry-thought, I'm come to ask you
Forgiveness for the wrongs I offered you,
And your most virtuous son; they're infinite,
Yet my contrition shall be more than they.
I do confess my hardness broke his heart,
For which just Heav'n hath given me punishment
More than my age can carry; his wand'ring sprite,