Ted. Then have at thee!
Wit. Have at thee, again!
[Here Wit falleth down and dieth.
[Ted.] Lie thou there! Now have at ye, caitiffs!
Do ye flee, i' faith? A, whoreson thieves!
By Mahound's bones! had the wretches tarried,
Their necks without heads they should have carried!
Yea, by Mahound's nose! might I have patted them,
In twenty gobbets I should have squatted them,
To teach the knaves to come near the snout
Of Tediousness! Walk further about
I trow, now, they will! And, as for thee,
Thou wilt no more now trouble me.
Yet, lest the knave be not safe enough,
The whoreson shall bear me another cuff.
[Striketh him.
Now, lie still, caitiff! and take thy rest
While I take mine, in mine own nest.
[Exeat Tedi[ousness].
Here cometh in Honest Recreation, Comfort, Quickness, and Strength, and go and kneel about Wit; and at the last verse raiseth him up upon his feet, and so make an end.
Give place, give place to Honest Recreation;
Give place, we say now, for thy consolation.