WIT.
No?
STUDY.
Not so.
INSTRUCTION.
No, nor so many mo.
WIT.
Then, farewell all, for, as I hope to thrive,
I will prove him, ere I sleep, if I be alive,
And if ye be mine, and good fellows all three,
Go thither out of hand, and take your chance with me.
INSTRUCTION.
For my part, I know I can do you no good.
WILL.
You are a proper man of your hands, by the rood!
Yet well fare him, that never his master forsaketh.
WIT.
What say'st thou, Study?
STUDY.
My head acheth.
WIT.
Out upon thee, coward! speak, Diligence.
DILIGENCE.
Against Instruction's mind, I am loth to go hence,
Yet I will make one, rather than you should lack.