[Putteth Wit's gown on Ingnorancy.
Ingn. Oh! cham a-cold.
Idle. Hold, fool! keep thee warm!
And, come hither! hold this head here! soft now, for waking!
Ye shall see one here brought in such taking
That he shall soon scantily know himself.
Here is a coat as fit for this elf
As it had been made even for this body!
[Putteth Ingnorancy's coat on Wit.
So! It beginneth to look like a noddie!
Ingn. Um-m-m-m—
Idle. What ailest now, fool?
Ingn. New coat is gone!
Idle. And why is it gone?
Ingn. 'Twool not bide on.