_Plut._ I do obey then: but change my figure; For when I willingly befriend a creature, Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him; But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid, I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends, I will not be long from ye; all my servants I leave among ye still, and my chief riches. [_Exeunt_ Indians _with a dance_. Oh _Time_, what innocence dwells here, what goodness! They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me. Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast, _Time_. [_Exeunt_ Plutus _and_ Time. _Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty._ _Humil._ Man, be not sad, nor let this divorce From _Mundus_, and his many ways of pleasure, Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightly With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy. _Pov._ For now what danger or deceit can reach thee? What matter left for _Craft_ or _Covetize_ To plot against thee? what _Desire_ to burn thee? _Honest._ Oh son of earth, let _Honesty_ possess thee; Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker; See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreams Have dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness, Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd, And then how thin and vain these fond affections, How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like raw And ill digested all these vanities Will shew, let _Reason_ tell thee. _Simpl._ Crown thy mind With that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring, And truly be the master of thy self. Which is the noblest Empire; and there stand The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern. _Pov._ Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us, _Anthropos_. Song: _And then Enter_ Time _and_ Plutus. _Hon._ Away; we are betrayd. [_Exeunt all but_ Poverty. _Time._ Get thou too after, Thou needy bare companion; go for ever, For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer. [_Exit_ Poverty. _Anth._ What mak'st thou here, _Time_? thou that to this Minute, never stood still by me? _Time._ I have brought thee succour; And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches (Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries, The ever just and wakeful _Jove_, at length) Is come unto thee: use him as thine own; For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee. _Anth._ Have I found pity then? _Time._ Thou hast; and _Justice_ Against those false seducers of thine honor: Come, give him present helps. [_Exit_ Time. _Industry and the Arts discovered._ _Plut._ Come _Industry_, Thou friend of life; and next to thee, rise _Labour_; [Plutus _stamps_. Labour _rises_.