Set up a stake, oh never more I shall;
I die! Fly, fly, my soul, to Grocers Hall! Oh, oh, oh, &c.
Wife. Well said, Ralph, do your obeisance to the gentlemen, and go your ways. Well said, Ralph. [Exit Ralph.
Old Mer. Methinks all we, thus kindly and unexpectedly reconciled, should not part without a song.
Merch. A good motion.
Old Mer. Strike up, then.
Song.
Better music ne'er was known,
Than a quire of hearts in one.
Let each other, that hath been