Wit. Here, Confidence! what tidings bring'st thou?
Conf. My lady at hand here doth abide ye;
Bid her welcome! What, do ye hide ye?
Here Wit, Instruction, Study, and Diligence sing "Welcome, my own," and Science, Experience, Reason and Confidence come in at L[eft], and answer every second verse:
Welcome, mine own!
Welcome, mine own!
Wit and his Company. O lady dear,
Be ye so near
To be known?
My heart you cheer
Your voice to hear;
Welcome, mine own!
Sci. and her Company. As ye rejoice
To hear my voice
Fro me thus blown,
So in my choice
I show my voice
To be your own.
Wit and his Company. Then draw we near
To see and hear
My love long grown!
Where is my dear?
Here I appear
To see mine own.
Sci. and her Company. To see and try
Your love truly
Till death be flown,
Lo! here am I,
That ye may spy
I am your own.
Wit and his Company. Then let us meet,
My love so sweet,
Half-way here thrown!
Sci. and her Company. I will not sleet
My love to greet.
Welcome, mine own!