IDLENESS. Come off, then, let me see thee in his doublet and his[420] hose. IGNORANCE. You shall see a tall fellow, mother, I suppose. IDLENESS. Help off with this sleeve softly for fear of waking, We shall leave the gentleman in a pretty taking. Give me thy coat, hold this in thy hand: This fellow would be married to Science, I understand. But, ere we leave him, tell me another tale! Now let us make him look somewhat stale. There lie, and there be: the proverb is verified, I am neither idle, nor yet well-occupied. IGNORANCE. Mother, must I have his coat? now, mother, I must. Chalt be a lively lad with hey tisty-tust. IDLENESS. Sleep sound, and have no care to occupy thy head, As near unto thy body now, as if thou had'st been dead. For Idleness hath won, and wholly thee possess'd, And utterly disabled thee from having thy request. Come on with me, my son, let us go couch again, And let this lusty ruffling Wit here like a fool remain. [_Exeunt_. ACT V., SCAENA 1. WIT, SCIENCE, REASON. WIT. Up and to go, why sleep I here so sound? How falls it out that I am left upon the naked ground? God grant that all be well, whilst I lay dreaming here: Me-thinks all is not as it was, nor as I would it were. And yet I wot not why, but so my fancies gives me, That some one thing or other in my tire[421] that grieves me, They are but fancies, let them go: to Science now will I; My suit and business yet once again to labour and apply. [_Enter Science and Reason_. SCIENCE. What is become, trow ye, of Wit, our spouse that would be? REASON. Daughter, I fear all is not as it should be. WIT. Yes, yes, have ye no doubt, all is and shall be well. REASON. What one art thou? thereof how canst thou tell? WIT. Reason, most noble sir, and you, my lady dear: How have you done in all this time, since first I saw you here? SCIENCE. The fool is mad, I ween; stand back, and touch me not. WIT. You speak not as you think, or have you me forgot? SCIENCE. I never saw thee in my life until this time, I wot; Thou art some mad-brain or some fool, or some disguised sot.[422] WIT. God's fish-hooks?[423] and know you not me? SCIENCE. I had been well at ease indeed to be acquainted with thee! WIT. Hop haliday![424] marry, this is pretty cheer, I have lost myself, I cannot tell where! An old-said saw it is, and too true, I find, Soon hot, soon cold: out of sight, out of mind. What, madam, what meaneth this sudden change? What means this scornful look, this countenance so strange? Is it[425] your fashion so to use your lovers at the first: Or have all women this delight to scold and to be curs'd? REASON. Good fellow, whence art thou? what is thy name? WIT. I ween ye are disposed to make at me some game. I am the son of lady Nature; my name is Wit. REASON. Thou shalt say so long enough, ere we believe it. SCIENCE. Thou Wit? nay, thou art some mad-brain out of thy wit.