To sleep without a match would mickle grieve me.
Luce. You're merry, Master Humphrey.
Hum. So I am,
And have been ever merry from my dam.
Luce. Your nurse had the less labour.
Hum. Faith it may be,
Unless it were by chance I did bewray me.
Enter Jasper.
Jasp. Luce, dear friend Luce.
Luce. Here, Jasper.