WIT.
When I have need of thee, thou wilt not serve me so.
WILL.
If ye bid me run, perhaps I will go.
WIT.
Cock's soul, this is a boy for the nonce amongst twenty mo!
WILL.
I am plain, I tell you, at a word and a blow.
WIT.
Then must I prick you, child, if you be drown'd in sloth.
NATURE.
Agree, you twain, for I must leave you both;
Farewell, my son: farewell, mine own good Will,
Be ruled by Wit, and be obedient still;
Force thee I cannot, but as far as lies in me,
I will help thy master to make a good servant of thee.
Farewell—
[Exit.
WIT.
Adieu, lady mother, with thanks for all your pain;
And now let me bethink myself again and eke again,
To match with Science is the thing that I have took in hand:
A matter of more weight, I see, than I did understand.
Will must be won to this, or else it will be hard;
Will must go break the matter first, or else my game[384] is marr'd,
Sir boy, are you content to take such part for me,
As God shall send, and help it forth as much as lies in thee?
WILL.
Yea, master, by his wounds, or else cut off his head.
WIT.
Come then, and let us two devise what trace were best to tread;
Nature is on my side, and Will my boy is fast.
There is no doubt I shall obtain my joys at last.
[Exeunt.