_Wit._ What needeth all this, my love of long grown? Will ye be so strange to me, your own? Your acquaintance to me was thought easy; But now your words make my heart all queasy, Your darts at me so strangely be shot. _Sci._ Hear ye what terms this fool here hath got? _Wit._ Well, I perceive my foolishness now; Indeed, ladies no dastards allow; I will be bold with my own darling! Come now, a bass, my own proper sparling! _Sci._ What wilt thou, arrant fool? _Wit._ Nay, by the mass! I will have a bass or I hence pass! _Sci._ What wilt thou, arrant fool? Hence, fool, I say! _Wit._ What! nothing but fool, and fool, all this day? By the mass, madam! ye can no good. _Sci._ Art a-swearing, too? Now, by my hood! Your foolish knave's breech six stripes shall bear! _Wit._ Yea, God's bones! fool and knave too? be ye there? By the mass, call me fool once again, And thou shalt sure call a blow or twain! _Exp._ Come away, daughter! the fool is mad. _Wit._ Nay, nor yet neither hence ye shall gad! We will gree better, or ye pass hence. I pray thee now, good sweet Lady Science! All this strange manner now hide and cover, And play the goodfellow with thy lover! _Sci._ What good-fellowship would ye of me, Whom ye know not, neither yet I know ye? _Wit._ Know ye not me? _Sci._ No! how should I know ye? _Wit._ Doth not my picture my person show ye? _Sci._ Your picture? _Wit._ Yea, my picture, lady! That ye spake of. Who sent it but I? _Sci._ If that be your picture, then shall we Soon see how you and your picture agree. Lo, here! the picture that I named is this. _Wit._ Yea, marry! mine own likeness this is. You having this, lady! and so loth To know me, which this so plain showeth? _Sci._ Why, you are nothing like, in mine eye. _Wit._ No? How say ye? [_To_ EXPERIENCE. _Exp._ As she saith, so say I. _Wit._ By the mass, then are ye both stark blind! What difference between this and this can ye find? _Exp._ Marry, this is fair, pleasant, and goodly; And ye are foul, displeasant, and ugly. _Wit._ Marry, avaunt, thou foul ugly whore! _Sci._ So, lo! now I perceive ye more and more. _Wit._ What! perceive you me as ye would make me A natural fool? _Sci._ Nay, ye mistake me; I take ye for no fool natural, But I take ye thus--shall I tell all? _Wit._ Yea, marry! tell me your mind, I pray ye, Whereto I shall trust. No more delay ye! _Sci._ I take ye for no natural fool, Brought up among the innocents' school; But for a naughty, vicious fool, Brought up with Idleness in her school: Of all arrogant fools thou art one! _Wit._ Yea, God's body!