Here she whistleth, and Ingnorancy cometh in.
[Ingnorancy.] I come! I come!
Idle. Come on, ye fool!
All this day or ye can come to school?
Ingn. Um! mother will not let me come.
Idle. I would thy mother had kissed thy bum!
She will never let thee thrive, I trow!
Come on, goose! Now, lo! men shall know
That Idleness can do somewhat, yea!
And play the schoolmistress, too, if need be.
Mark what doctrine by Idleness comes!
Say thy lesson, fool!
Ingn. Upon my thumbs?
Idle. Yea, upon thy thumbs: is not there thy name?
Ingn. Yeas.
Idle. Go too, then; spell me that same!
Where was thou born?
Ingn. Chwas i-bore in England, mother said.