_Upon his feet, would God he were!_ _To raise him now we need not fear._ _Stay you his hands, while we him bear;_ _Now, all at once, upright him rear!_ _O Wit, give place to Honest Recreation!_ _Give place, we say now, for thy consolation!_ _And then_ HONEST RECREATION _saith as followeth:_ [_Honest Recreation._] Now, Wit! how do ye? Will ye be lusty? _Wit._ The lustier for you needs be must I. _Hon. Rec._ Be ye all whole yet, after your fall? _Wit._ As ever I was, thanks to you all! REASON _cometh in, and saith as followeth:_ [_Rea._] Ye might thank Reason that sent them to ye; But since the[y] have done that the[y] should, do ye Send them home soon, and get ye forward! _Wit._ Oh father Reason! I have had an hard Chance since ye saw me! _Rea._ I wot well that. The more to blame ye, when ye would not Obey Instruction, as Reason willed ye. What marvel though Tediousness had killed ye? But let pass now, since ye are well again. Set forward again Science to attain! _Wit._ Good father Reason, be not too hasty! In honest company no time waste I. I shall to your daughter all at leisure. _Rea._ Yea, Wit, is that the great love ye raise her? I say, if ye love my daughter, Science, Get ye forth at once, and get ye hence! [_Here_ COMFORT, QUICKNESS, STRENGTH _go out_. _Wit._ Nay, by Saint George! they go not all yet. _Rea._ No? will ye disobey Reason, Wit? _Wit._ Father Reason! I pray ye, content ye! For we part not yet. _Rea._ Well, Wit! I went ye Had been no such man as now I see. Farewell! [_Exeat._ _Hon. Rec._ He is angry. _Wit._ Yea, let him be! I do not pass! Come now, a bass! _Hon. Rec._ Nay, sir, as for basses, From hence none passes But as in gage Of marriage. _Wit._ Marry, even so! A bargain, lo! _Hon. Rec._ What, without licence Of Lady Science? _Wit._ Shall I tell you truth? I never loved her. _Hon. Rec._ The common voice goeth That marriage ye moved her. _Wit._ Promise hath she none. If we shall be one, Without mo words grant! _Hon. Rec._ What, upon this sudden? Then might ye plain Bid me avaunt! Nay, let me see In honesty What ye can do To win Recreation; Upon that probation I grant thereto. _Wit._ Small be my doings, But apt to all things I am, I trust. _Hon. Rec._ Can ye dance than? _Wit._ Even as I can. Prove me ye must. _Hon. Rec._ Then, for a while, Ye must exile This garment cumbering. _Wit._ Indeed, as ye say, This cumbrous array Would make Wit slumbering. _Hon. Rec._ It is gay gear Of Science clear-- It seemeth her array.