RECREATION.
Farewell, friend Wit, and since you are relieved,
Think not upon your foil, whereat you were so griev'd,
But take your heart to you, and give attempt once more:
I warrant you to speed much better than before.
[Exeunt.
ACT IV., SCAENA 4.
WIT, WILL, IDLENESS, IGNORANCE.
WIT.
One dance for thee and me; my boy, come on.
WILL.
Dance you, sir, if you please, and I will look upon.
WIT.
This gear doth make me sweat, and breathe apace.
IDLENESS.
Sir, ease yourself awhile; here is a resting-place.
WIT.
Home, Will, and make my bed, for I will take a nap.
IGNORANCE.
Sure, and it please your mastership, here in my dame's lap.