Hon. Rec. What, upon this sudden?
Then might ye plain
Bid me avaunt!
Nay, let me see
In honesty
What ye can do
To win Recreation;
Upon that probation
I grant thereto.
Wit. Small be my doings,
But apt to all things
I am, I trust.
Hon. Rec. Can ye dance than?
Wit. Even as I can.
Prove me ye must.
Hon. Rec. Then, for a while,
Ye must exile
This garment cumbering.
Wit. Indeed, as ye say,
This cumbrous array
Would make Wit slumbering.
Hon. Rec. It is gay gear
Of Science clear—
It seemeth her array.
Wit. Whosever it were,
It lieth now there! [Taketh off his gown.
Hon. Rec. Go to, my men, play!
Here they dance, and in the meanwhile Idleness cometh in and sitteth down, and when the galliard is done, Wit saith as followeth, and so falleth down in Idleness' lap.