Wag. Yes, sir, I will tell you; yet if you were not dunces, you would never ask me such a question; for is not he corpus naturale?2 and is not that mobile? Then wherefore should you ask me such a question? But that I am by nature phlegmatic, slow to wrath, and prone to lechery (to love, I would say), it were not for you to come within forty feet of the place of execution, although I do not doubt to see you both hangd the next sessions. Thus having triumphd over you, I will set my countenance like a precisian,3 and begin to speak thus:Truly, my dear brethren, my master is within at dinner, with Valdes and Cornelius, as this wine, if it could speak, would inform your worships; and so the Lord bless you, preserve you, and keep you, my dear brethren, my dear brethren.
1st Schol. Nay, then, I fear he has fallen into that damned Art, for which they two are infamous through the world.
2nd Schol. Were he a stranger, and not allied to me, yet should I grieve for him. But come, let us go and inform the Rector, and see if he by his grave counsel can reclaim him.
1st Schol. O, but I fear me nothing can reclaim him.
2nd Schol. Yet let us try what we can do. [Exeunt.