Vice. Virtue, who conquers now? the fool is ta’en.
Virtue. O sleepy sin.
Vice. Sweet tunes, wake him again. [Music sounds awhile, and then ceases.
Fortune. Vice sits too heavy on his drowsy soul,
Music’s sweet concord cannot pierce his ear.
Sing, and amongst your songs mix bitter scorn.
Virtue. Those that tear Virtue, must by Vice be torn.
Song.
Virtue, stand aside: the fool is caught.
Laugh to see him, laugh aloud to wake him;
Folly’s nets are wide, and neatly wrought,
Mock his horns, and laugh to see Vice take him.
Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn,
Who’s the fool? the fool, he wears a horn. [Andelocia wakens and stands up.
Virtue, stand aside, mock him, mock him, mock him,
Laugh aloud to see him, call him fool.
Error gave him suck, now sorrows rock him,
Send the riotous beast to madness’ school.
Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, laugh, laugh in scorn.
Who’s the fool? the fool, he wears a horn.