Now, farewell, gentle John! TA. Then farewell, fool, for I am gone! SEN. Abide, turn once again! hark what I say! Yet there is another thing Would do well at our master's washing. HU. What thing is that, I thee pray? SEN. Marry thus, canst thou tell us yet, Where is any rose water to get? TA. Yea, that I can well purvey, As good as ever you put to your nose, For there is a false wench called Rose Distilleth a quart every day. SEN. By God! I would a pint of that Were poured even upon thy pate Before all this presence. TA. Yet I had liever she and I Were both together secretly In some corner in the spence; For, by God, it is a pretty girl! It is a world[19] to see her whirl, Dancing in a round; O Lord God! how she will trip! She will bounce it, she will whip, Yea, clean above the ground! HU. Well, let all such matters pass, I say, And get thee hence, and go thy way About this other matter. TA. Then I go straight; lo! fare ye well. SEN. But look yet thou remember every deal That I spake of full ere. TA. Yes, I warrant you, do not fear. [_Exit Taverner_. HU. God's Lord! seest not who is here now? What, Studious Desire! what news with you? STU. Ye shall know, sir, ere I go. SEN. What, art thou here? I see well, I, The mo knaves the worse company. STU. Thy lewd conditions thou dost still occupy, As thou art wont to do. HU. But, I say, who is this here in presence? STU. Sir, this is the man called Experience, That I spake of before. HU. Experience! why, is this he? Sir, ye are right welcome unto me And shall be evermore! EX. Sir, I thank you thereof heartily, But I assure you faithfully I have small courage here to tarry, As long as this man is here. SEN. Why, whoreson! what ailest at me? EX. For thou hast ever so lewd a property, Science to despise, and yet thou art he That nought canst nor nought wilt learn. SEN. Marry, avaunt, knave! I make God avow, I think myself as cunning as thou, And that shall I prove shortly! I shall put thee a question now; come near, Let me see how well thou canst answer: How spellest this word Tom Couper In true orthography? EX. Tom Couper, quotha? a wise question hardly! SEN. Yea, I tell thee again yet--Tom Couper, how spellest it? Lo! he hath forgotten, ye may see, The first word of his _a b c_. Hark, fool, hark, I will teach thee, P.a--pa.--t.e.r--ter--do together Tom Couper. Is not this a sore matter? Lo! here you see him proved a fool! He had more need to go to school, Than to come hither to clatter. STU. Certain, this is a solution Meet for such a boy's question. HU. Sensual Appetite, I pray thee Let pass all trifles and vanity For a while, it shall not long be, And depart, I thee require; For I would talk a word or two