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Scæne 4.
Enter Antigonus and Menippus above.Men.
I saw her comming out,
Ant.
VVho waits upon her?
Men.
Tymon, Charinthus, and some other gentlemen,
By me appointed.
Ant.
VVhere's your wife?
Men.
Shee's ready
To entertaine her here sir; and some Ladies
Fit for her lodgings.
Ant.
How shews she in her trim now?
Men.
Oh most divinely sweet.
Ant.
Prethee speak softly.
How does she take her comming?
Men.
She beares it bravely;
But what she thinks—For heaven sake sir preserve me—
If the Prince chance to finde this.
Ant.
Peace ye old foole;
She thinks to meet him here.
Men.
That's all the Project.
Ant.
VVas she hard to bring?
Men.
No, she believ'd it quickly,
And quickly made her selfe fit, the Gowne a little,
And those new things she has not been acquainted with,
At least in this place, where she liv'd a prisoner,
Troubled and stirr'd her minde, But believe me sir,
She has worne as good, they sit so apted to her;
And she is so great a Mistris of disposure:
Here they come now: but take a full view of her.
Enter Celia, Tymon, Charinthus, and Gent.
How cheerefully she looks? how she salutes all?
And how she viewes the place? she is very yong sure:
That was an admirable smile, a catching one,
The very twang of Cupids bow sung to it:
She has two-edg'd eyes, they kill o'both sides.
Men.
She makes a stand, as though she would speak.
Ant.
Be still then.
Cel.
Good Gentlemen, trouble your selves no further,
I had thought sure to have met a noble friend here.
Tym.
Yee may meet many Lady.
Cel.
Such as you are
I covet few or none, sir.
Char.
VVill you walk this way,
And take the sweets otn' garden? coole and close, Lady.
Cel.
Methinks this open aire's farre better, tend ye that way.
Pray where's the woman came along?
Char.
VVhat woman?
Cel.
The woman of the house I lay at.
Tym.
Woman?
Here was none came along sure.
Cel.
Sure I am catcht then:
Pray where's the Prince?
Char.
He will not be long from yee,
We are his humble servants.
Cel.
I could laugh now,
To see how finely I am cozn'd: yet I feare not,
For sure I know a way to scape all dangers.
Tym.
Madam, your lodgings lye this way.
Cel.
My Lodgings?
For heaven sake sir, what office doe I beare here?
Ty.
The great comander of all hearts
Cel.
You have hit it.
Enter Leucippe, and Ladies.
I thank your sweet-heart for it. Who are these now?
Char.
Ladies that come to serve yee.
Cel.
Well consider'd,
Are you my servants?
Lady.
Servants to your pleasures.
Cel.
I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye:
Catch'd with a trick? well, I must beare it patiently:
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Of such refin'd a size—
Tym.
This is no poore rogue.
Leu.
Were it a Paradice to please your fancy,
And entertaine the sweetnesse you bring with ye;
Cel.
Take breath;
You are fat, and many words may melt ye,
This is three Bawdes beaten into one; blesse me heaven,
What shall become of me? I am i'th' pitfall:
O' my conscience, this is the old viper, and all these little ones
Creep every night into her belly; do you heare plumpe servant
And you my litle sucking Ladies, you must teach me,
For I know you are excellent at carriage,
How to behave my selfe, for I am rude yet:
But you say the Prince will come?
Lady.
Will flie to see you.
Cel.
For look you if a great man, say the King now
Should come and visit me?
Men.
She names ye.
Ant.
Peace foole.
Cel.
And offer me a kindnesse, such a kindnesse.
Leu.
I, such a kindnesse.
Cel.
True Lady such a kindnesse,
What shall that kindnesse be now?
Leu.
A witty Lady,
Learne little ones, learne.
Cel.
Say it be all his favour.
Leu.
And a sweet saying 'tis.
Cel.
And I grow peevish?
Leu.
You must not be neglectfull.
Cel.
There's the matter,
There's the maine doctrine now, and I may misse it.
Or a kind hansome Gentleman?
Leu.
You say well.
Cel.
They'l count us basely bred.
Leu.
Not freely nurtur'd.
Cel.
I'le take thy counsell.
Leu.
'Tis an excellent woman.
Cel.
I find a notable volume here, a learnd one;
Which way? for I would faine be in my chamber;
In truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; fie,
How hot the aire beats on me?
Lady.
This way Madam?
Cel.
Now by mine honour, I grow wondrous faint too.
Leu.
Your fans sweet Gentlewomen, your fans.
Cel.
Since I am foold,
I'le make my self some sport, though I pay deare for't.
Ex.
Men.
You see now what a manner of woman she is sir.
Ant.
Thou art an asse.
Men.
Is this a fit love for the Prince?
Ant.
A coxcombe:
Now by my crowne a deintie wench, a sharpe wench,
And a matchlesse spirit: how she Jeer'd 'em?
How carelesly she scoff'd 'em? use her nobly;
I would I had not seen her: waite anon,
And then you shall have more to trade upon.
Exeunt.
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