[Experience and Science entereth while they sing.]
Experience. Daughter, what meaneth that ye did not sing?
Science. Oh mother, for here remaineth a thing!
Friends! we thank you for these your pleasures,
Taken on us as chance to us measures.
Wor. Lady! these our pleasures, and persons, too,
Are sent to you, you service to do.
Fame. Lady Science! to set forth your name
The World, to wait on you, hath sent me, Fame.
Fav. Lady Science! for your virtues most plenty
The World, to cherish you, Favour hath sent ye.
Rich. Lady Science! for your benefits known
The World, to maintain you, Riches hath thrown.
Wor. And as the World hath sent you these three,
So he sendeth me, Worship, to advance your degree.
Sci. I thank thee, World! but, chiefly, God be praised!
That, in the World, such love to Science hath raised!
But yet, to tell you plain, ye four are such
As Science looketh for, little nor much;
For being, as I am, a lone woman,
Need of your service I neither have nor can.
But, thanking the World, and you, for your pain,
I send ye to the World even now again!
Wor. Why, lady! set ye no more store by me,
Worship? Ye set nought by yourself, I see!