REASON.
Good fellow, whence art thou? what is thy name?
WIT.
I ween ye are disposed to make at me some game.
I am the son of lady Nature; my name is Wit.
REASON.
Thou shalt say so long enough, ere we believe it.
SCIENCE.
Thou Wit? nay, thou art some mad-brain out of thy wit.
WIT.
Unto yourselves this trial I remit.
Look on me better, and mark my person well.
SCIENCE.
Thy look is like to one, that came out of hell.
REASON.
If thou be Wit, let see, what tokens thou canst tell.
How cam'st thou first acquainted here? what said we?
How did we like thy suit, what entertainment made we?
WIT.
What tokens?
SCIENCE.
Yea, what tokens? speak, and let us know.
WIT.
Tokens good store I can rehearse a-row:
First, as I was advised by my mother Nature,
My lackey Will presented you with my picture.