Merch. _Sir that I have wronged your love, I must confess, in
which I have purchast to my self, besides mine own undoing,
the ill opinion of my friends, let not your anger, good_
_Sir, outlive me, but suffer me to rest in peace with your
forgiveness; let my body (if a dying man may so much prevail
with you) be brought to your daughter, that she may [truely]
know my hot flames are now buried, and withall, receive a
testimony of the zeal I bore her virtue: farewell for ever,
and be ever happy._
_Jasper._
Gods hand is great in this, I do forgive him,
Yet am I glad he's quiet, where I hope
He will not bite again: boy bring the bo[d]y,
And let him have his will, if that be all.
_Boy._ 'Tis here without Sir.
_Mer._ So Sir, if you please
You may conduct it in, I do not fear it.
_Hum._ I'll be your Usher boy, for though I say it,
He ow'd me something once, and well did pay it. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Luce _alone_.
_Luce._ If there be any punishment inflicted
Upon the miserable, more than yet I feell,
Let it together seize me, and at once
Press down my soul, I cannot bear the pain
Of these delaying tortures: thou that art
The end of all, and the sweet rest of all;
Come, come oh death bring me to thy peace,
And blot out all the memory I nourish
Both of [my] father and my cruel friend.
O wretch'd maid still living to be wretched,
To be a say to fortune in her changes,
And grow to number times and woes together,
How happy had I been, if being born
My grave had been my cradle! [_Enter servant._
_Ser._ By your leave
Young Mistris, here's a boy hath brought a Coffin,
What a would say I know not: but your father
Charg'd me to give you notice, here they come.
_Enter two bearing a Coffin_, Jasper _in it_.
_Luce._ For me I hope 'tis come, and 'tis most welcome.
_Boy._ Fair Mistriss, let me not add greater grief
To that great store you have already; _Jasper_
That whilst he liv'd was yours, now dead,
And here inclos'd, commanded me to bring
His body hither, and to crave a tear
From those fair eyes, though he deserve not pitty,
To deck his Funeral; for so he bid me
Tell her for whom he di'd.
_Luce._ He shall have many: [_Exeunt Coffin-carrier and Boy._
Good friends depart a little, whilst I take
My leave of this dead man, that once I lov'd:
Hold, yet a little, life, and then I give thee
To thy first heavenly being; O my friend!
Hast thou deceiv'd me thus, and got before me?
I shall not long be after, but believe me,
Thou wert too cruel _Jasper_ 'gainst thy self,
In punishing the fault I could have pardoned,
With so untimely death; thou didst not wrong me,
But ever wer't most kind, most true, most loving;
And I the most unkind, most false, most cruell.
Didst thou but ask a tear? I'll give thee all,
Even all my eyes can pour down, all my sigh's
And all my self, before thou goest from me
There are but sparing Rites: But if thy soul
Be yet about this place, and can behold
And see what I prepare to deck thee with,
It s[h]all go up, born on the wings of peace,
And satisfied: first will I sing thy Dirge,
Then kiss thy pale lips, and then dye my self,
And fill one Coffin and one grave together.