_Wit._ Here, Confidence! what tidings bring'st thou? _Conf._ My lady at hand here doth abide ye; Bid her welcome! What, do ye hide ye? _Here_ WIT, INSTRUCTION, STUDY, _and_ DILIGENCE _sing "Welcome, my own,"_ _and_ SCIENCE, EXPERIENCE, REASON _and_ CONFIDENCE _come in at L[eft],_ _and answer every second verse:_ _Welcome, mine own!_ _Welcome, mine own!_ _Wit and his Company. O lady dear,_ _Be ye so near_ _To be known?_ _My heart you cheer_ _Your voice to hear;_ _Welcome, mine own!_ _Sci. and her Company. As ye rejoice_ _To hear my voice_ _Fro me thus blown,_ _So in my choice_ _I show my voice_ _To be your own._ _Wit and his Company._ _Then draw we near_ _To see and hear_ _My love long grown!_ _Where is my dear?_ _Here I appear_ _To see mine own._ _Sci. and her Company._ _To see and try_ _Your love truly_ _Till death be flown,_ _Lo! here am I,_ _That ye may spy_ _I am your own._ _Wit and his Company._ _Then let us meet,_ _My love so sweet,_ _Half-way here thrown!_ _Sci. and her Company._ _I will not sleet_ _My love to greet._ _Welcome, mine own!_ _Wit and his Company._ _Welcome, mine own!_ _All sing:_ _Welcome, mine own!_ [_And when the song is done_, REASON _sendeth_ INSTRUCTION, STUDY, _and_ DILIGENCE, _and_ CONFIDENCE _out; and_ _then, standing in the middle of the_ _place_, WIT _sayeth as followeth_: _Wit._ Welcome, mine own! with all my whole heart, Which shall be your own till death us depart! I trust, lady! this knot even since knit. _Sci._ I trust the same; for since ye have smit Down my great enemy, Tediousness, Ye have won me forever, doubtless, Although ye have won a clog withal! _Wit._ A clog, sweetheart? what? _Sci._ Such as doth fall To all men that join themselves in marriage, In keeping their wives; a careful carriage! _Wit._ Careful? Nay, lady! that care shall employ No clog, but a key of my most joy. To keep you, sweet heart! as shall be fit, Shall be no care, but most joy to Wit!