[Exeunt Indians with a dance.
Oh Time, what innocence dwells here, what goodness!
They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me.
Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast, Time.
[Exeunt Plutus and Time.
Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty.
Humil. Man, be not sad, nor let this divorce
From Mundus, and his many ways of pleasure,
Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightly
With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.
Pov. For now what danger or deceit can reach thee?
What matter left for Craft or Covetize
To plot against thee? what Desire to burn thee?
Honest. Oh son of earth, let Honesty possess thee;
Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker;
See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreams
Have dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness,
Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd,
And then how thin and vain these fond affections,
How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like raw
And ill digested all these vanities
Will shew, let Reason tell thee.
Simpl. Crown thy mind
With that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring,
And truly be the master of thy self.
Which is the noblest Empire; and there stand
The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern.
Pov. Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us, Anthropos.
Song: And then Enter Time and Plutus.