_Conf._ Upon yonder mountain, on high, She saw ye strike that head from the body; Whereby ye have won her, body and all; In token whereof receive here ye shall A gown of knowledge, wherein you must Receive her here straight.
[_Conf._] So just I say that, except ye hie ye, Or ye be ready, she will be by ye.
_Wit._ Hold! Present unto her this head here, And give me warning when she cometh near.
Instruction! will ye help to devise To trim this gear now in the best wise?
_Inst._ Give me that gown, and come with me, all!
_Dil._ Oh, how this gear to the purpose doth fall!
[_Conf._] How, master, master! Where be ye now?
_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!_
[_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!
_Sci._ Such as doth fall To all men that join themselves in marriage, In keeping their wives; a careful carriage!