_Exceeding measure, with pains continual,_ _Languishing in absence, alas! what shall I do?_ _Unfortunate wretch! devoid of joys all,_ _Sighs upon sighs redoubling my woe;_ _And tears down falling from mine eyes too._ _Beauty with truth so doth me constrain_ _Ever to serve where I may not attain!_ _Truth bindeth me ever to be true,_ _Howso that fortune favoureth my chance._ _During my life none other but you_ _Of my true heart shall have the governance!_ _O, good sweet heart! have you remembrance_ _Now, of your own, which for no smart_ _Exile shall you from my true heart!_ [EXPERIENCE _and_ SCIENCE _entereth while_ _they sing._] _Experience._ Daughter, what meaneth that ye did not sing? _Science._ Oh mother, for here remaineth a thing! Friends! we thank you for these your pleasures, Taken on us as chance to us measures. _Wor._ Lady! these our pleasures, and persons, too, Are sent to you, you service to do. _Fame._ Lady Science! to set forth your name The World, to wait on you, hath sent me, Fame. _Fav._ Lady Science! for your virtues most plenty The World, to cherish you, Favour hath sent ye. _Rich._ Lady Science! for your benefits known The World, to maintain you, Riches hath thrown. _Wor._ And as the World hath sent you these three, So he sendeth me, Worship, to advance your degree. _Sci._ I thank thee, World! but, chiefly, God be praised! That, in the World, such love to Science hath raised! But yet, to tell you plain, ye four are such As Science looketh for, little nor much; For being, as I am, a lone woman, Need of your service I neither have nor can. But, thanking the World, and you, for your pain, I send ye to the World even now again! _Wor._ Why, lady! set ye no more store by me, Worship? Ye set nought by yourself, I see! _Fame._ She setteth nought by Fame; whereby I spy her-- She careth not what the World sayeth by her. _Fav._ She setteth nought by Favour; whereby I try her-- She careth not what the World sayeth or doeth by her. _Rich._ She setteth nought by Riches; which doth show She careth not for the World. Come, let us go! [FAME, FAVOUR, RICHES, _and_ WORSHIP _go out_. _Sci._ Indeed, small cause given to care for the World's favouring, Seeing the wits of [the] World be so wavering! _Exp._ What is the matter, daughter, that ye Be so sad? Open your mind to me.