Wit. Father Reason! I pray ye, content ye!
For we part not yet.
Rea. Well, Wit! I went ye
Had been no such man as now I see.
Farewell! [Exeat.
Hon. Rec. He is angry.
Wit. Yea, let him be!
I do not pass!
Come now, a bass!
Hon. Rec. Nay, sir, as for basses,
From hence none passes
But as in gage
Of marriage.
Wit. Marry, even so!
A bargain, lo!
Hon. Rec. What, without licence
Of Lady Science?
Wit. Shall I tell you truth?
I never loved her.
Hon. Rec. The common voice goeth
That marriage ye moved her.
Wit. Promise hath she none.
If we shall be one,
Without mo words grant!