Inst. Yea, but what? saith Study no word to this?
Wit. No, sir! ye know Study's office is
Meet for the chamber, not for the field—
But tell me, Study, wilt thou now yield?
Study. My head acheth sore; I would we return.
Wit. Thy head ache now? I would it were burn!
Come on! walking may hap to ease thee.
Inst. And will ye be gone, then, without me?
Wit. Yea, by my faith, except ye hie ye after,
Reason shall know ye are but an hafter.
Exeat Wit, Study and Diligence.
Inst. Well, go your way! When your father, Reason,
Heareth how ye obey me, at this season,
I think he will think his daughter now
May marry another man for you.
When wits stand so in their own conceit,
Best let them go; till pride, at his height,
Turn and cast them down headlong again:
And ye shall see proved by this Wit, plain.
If Reason hap not to come, the rather
His own destruction he will sure gather;
Wherefore to Reason will I now get me,
Leaving that charge whereabout he set me.
[Exeat Instruction.
Tediousness cometh in with a visor over his head.