For Idleness hath won, and wholly thee possess'd,
And utterly disabled thee from having thy request.
Come on with me, my son, let us go couch again,
And let this lusty ruffling Wit here like a fool remain.
[_Exeunt_.
ACT V., SCAENA 1.
WIT, SCIENCE, REASON.
WIT.
Up and to go, why sleep I here so sound?
How falls it out that I am left upon the naked ground?
God grant that all be well, whilst I lay dreaming here:
Me-thinks all is not as it was, nor as I would it were.
And yet I wot not why, but so my fancies gives me,
That some one thing or other in my tire[421] that grieves me,
They are but fancies, let them go: to Science now will I;
My suit and business yet once again to labour and apply.
[_Enter Science and Reason_.
SCIENCE.
What is become, trow ye, of Wit, our spouse that would be?
REASON.
Daughter, I fear all is not as it should be.
WIT.
Yes, yes, have ye no doubt, all is and shall be well.
REASON.
What one art thou? thereof how canst thou tell?
WIT.
Reason, most noble sir, and you, my lady dear:
How have you done in all this time, since first I saw you here?
SCIENCE.
The fool is mad, I ween; stand back, and touch me not.
WIT.
You speak not as you think, or have you me forgot?
SCIENCE.
I never saw thee in my life until this time, I wot;
Thou art some mad-brain or some fool, or some disguised sot.
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