Sel.  Sir, do not make me surfeit with such goodness, I’le bear your Standard for ye; follow ye.

Dem.  I swear it shall be so, march through me fairly, And thine be this days honour, great Seleucus.

Ptol.  Mirrour of noble minds.

Dem.  Nay then ye hate me.

Leo.  I cannot speak now:  _ [Ex. with Drums, and Shouts._ Well, go thy wayes; at a sure piece of bravery Thou art the best, these men are won by th’ necks now:  I’le send a Post away.

ACTUS QUARTUS.  SCENA PRIMA.

Enter Antigonus, and Menippus.

Ant.  No aptness in her?

Men.  Not an immodest motion,
And yet when she is courted,
Makes as wild witty answers.

Ant.  This more fires me, I must not have her thus.

Men.  We cannot alter her.

Ant.  Have ye put the youths upon her?

Men.  All that know any thing,
And have been studied how to catch a beauty,
But like so many whelps about an Elephant—­
The Prince is coming home, Sir.

Ant.  I hear that too, But that’s no matter; am I alter’d well?

Men.  Not to be known I think, Sir.

Ant.  I must see her.

Enter 2 Gentlemen, or Lords.

1 Gent.  I offered all I had, all I could think of, I tri’d her through all the points o’th’ compass, I think.

2 Gent.  She studies to undo the Court, to plant here
The Enemy to our Age, Chastity;
She is the first, that e’re bauk’d a close Arbour,
And the sweet contents within:  She hates curl’d heads too,
And setting up of beards she swears is Idolatry.

1 Gent.  I never knew so fair a face so froze; Yet she would make one think—­

2 Gent.  True by her carriage, For she’s as wanton as a Kid to th’ out side, As full of Mocks and Taunts:  I kiss’d her hand too, Walkt with her half an hour.

1 Gent.  She heard me sing,
And sung her self too; she sings admirably;
But still when any hope was, as ’tis her trick
To minister enough of those, then presently
With some new flam or other, nothing to the matter,
And such a frown, as would sink all before her,
She takes her Chamber; come, we shall not be the last fools.

2 Gent.  Not by a hundred I hope; ’tis a strange wench.

Ant.  This screws me up still higher.

Enter Celia, and Ladies behind her.

Men.  Here she comes, Sir.

Ant.  Then be you gone; and take the Women with ye, And lay those Jewels in her way.