brewer’s cart is far more terrible, of which you have a daily experience; neither let the stink of powder offend you, since a more valiant stink is nightly with you. To a resolved mind his home is everywhere:

I speak not this to take away
The hope of your return; for you shall see
(I do not doubt it) and that very shortly
Your loving wives again and your sweet children,
Whose care doth bear you company in baskets.
Remember, then, whose cause you have in hand,
And, like a sort of true-born scavengers,
Scour me this famous realm of enemies.
I have no more to say but this: stand to your tacklings,
lads, and show to the world you can as well brandish a
sword as shake an apron. Saint George, and on, my hearts!

All . Saint George, Saint George!

[ Exeunt .

[ Wife . ’Twas well done, Ralph! I’ll send thee a cold capon
a-field and a bottle of March beer; and, it may be, come
myself to see thee.

Cit . Nell, the boy hath deceived me much; I did not think
it had been in him. He has performed such a matter,
wench, that, if I live, next year I’ll have him captain of
the galley-foist, or I’ll want my will.]

SCENE III—A. Room in Merrythought’s House .

Enter MERRYTHOUGHT.

Mer . Yet, I thank God, I break not a wrinkle more than I
had. Not a stoop, boys? Care, live with cats: I defy
thee! My heart is as sound as an oak; and though I
want drink to wet my whistle, I can sing;

[ Sings .

Come no more there, boys, come no more there;
For we shall never whilst we live come any more there.

Enter Boy, and two Men bearing a Coffin .

Boy . God save you, sir!

Mer . It’s a brave boy. Canst thou sing?

Boy . Yes, sir, I can sing; but ’tis not so necessary at this
time.

Mer . [ Sings .]

Sing we, and chant it;
Whilst love doth grant it.

Boy . Sir, sir, if you knew what I have brought you, you
would have little list to sing.

Mer [ Sings .]

Oh, the Mimon round,
Full long I have thee sought,
And now I have thee found,
And what hast thou here brought?

Boy . A coffin, sir, and your dead son Jasper in it.

[ Exit with Men .

Mer . Dead! [ Sings .]

Why, farewell he!
Thou wast a bonny boy,
And I did love thee.

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