WILL.
These gentlewomen of good skill are[414] come to make you sound,
They know which way to salve your sore, and how to cure your wound.
Good sir, be ruled by her then, and pluck your spirit to you:
There is no doubt, but you shall find your loving lady true.
WIT.
Ah, Will, art thou alive that doth my heart some ease,
The sight of thee, sweet boy, my sorrows doth appease:
How hast thou 'scap'd? what fortune thee befel?
WILL.
It was no trusting to my hands, my heels did serve me well,
I ran with open mouth to cry for help amain,
And, as good fortune would, I hit upon these twain.
WIT.
I thank both thee and them; what will ye have me do?
RECREATION.
To rise and dance a little space with us two.
WIT.
What then?
RECREATION.
That done, repair again to Study and Instruction;
Take better hold by their advice, your foe to set upon.
WIT.
Can any recompense recover this my fall?
RECREATION.
My life to yours, it may be mended all.
WIT.
Speak, Will.