_Exp._ Come, let us be gone! [_The two go out._ _Wit._ My sword! is it gone? A vengeance on them! Be they gone, too, and their heads upon them? But, proud queans! the devil go with you both! Not one point of courtesy in them goeth. A man is well at ease by suit to pain him For such a drab, that so doth disdain him! So mocked, so louted, so made a sot-- Never was I erst, since I was begot! Am I so foul as those drabs would make me? Where is my glass that Reason did take me? Now shall this glass of Reason soon try me As fair as those drabs that so doth belie me. Ha! God's soul! what have we here? a devil? This glass, I see well, hath been kept evil. God's soul! a fool, a fool, by the mass! What--a very vengeance!--aileth this glass? Other this glass is shamefully spotted, Or else am I too shamefully blotted! Nay, by God's arms! I am so, no doubt! How look their faces here round about? All fair and clear they, everyone; And I, by the mass, a fool alone, Decked, by God's bones, like a very ass! Ignorance['s] coat, hood, ears--yea, by the mass!-- Cockscomb and all; I lack but a bauble! And as for this face it is abominable; As black as the devil! God, for His passion! Where have I been rayed after this fashion? This same is Idleness--a shame take her! This same is her work--the devil in hell rake her! The whore hath shamed me forever, I trow! I trow? Nay, verily, I know! Now it is so, the stark fool I play Before all people; now see it I may. Every man I see laugh me to scorn; Alas, alas! that ever I was born! It was not for nought, now well I see, That those two ladies disdained me. Alas! Lady Science, of all other-- How have I railed on her and her mother! Alas! that lady I have now lost Whom all the world loveth and honoureth most! Alas! from Reason had I not varied, Lady Science or this I had married; And those four gifts which the World gave her I had won, too, had I kept her favour; Where now, instead of that lady bright With all those gallants seen in my sight-- Favour, Riches, yea, Worship and Fame-- I have won Hatred, Beggary and Open Shame! SHAME _cometh in with a whip._ [REASON _followeth him._] _Wit._ Out upon thee, Shame! what doest thou here?