Wit. As ever I was, thanks to you all!
Reason cometh in, and saith as followeth:
[Rea.] Ye might thank Reason that sent them to ye;
But since the[y] have done that the[y] should, do ye
Send them home soon, and get ye forward!
Wit. Oh father Reason! I have had an hard
Chance since ye saw me!
Rea. I wot well that.
The more to blame ye, when ye would not
Obey Instruction, as Reason willed ye.
What marvel though Tediousness had killed ye?
But let pass now, since ye are well again.
Set forward again Science to attain!
Wit. Good father Reason, be not too hasty!
In honest company no time waste I.
I shall to your daughter all at leisure.
Rea. Yea, Wit, is that the great love ye raise her?
I say, if ye love my daughter, Science,
Get ye forth at once, and get ye hence!
[Here Comfort, Quickness, Strength go out.
Wit. Nay, by Saint George! they go not all yet.
Rea. No? will ye disobey Reason, Wit?