than Vertue;
Your present comfort shall be now my business.

_Cel_. All my obedient service wait upon ye. [_Ex. severally._

_SCENA VI._

_Enter Leontius, Gentlemen, and Lieutenant._

_Leo_. Hast thou clean forgot the Wars?

_Lieu_. Prithee hold thy peace.

_1 Gent_. His mind's much elevated now.

_Leo_. It seems so.
Sirrah.

_Lieu_. I am so troubled with this Fellow.

_Leo_. He will call me Rogue anon.

_1 Gent_. 'Tis ten to one else.

_Lieu_. O King that thou knew'st I lov'd thee, how I lov'd thee.
And where O King, I barrel up thy beauty.

_Leo_. He cannot leave his Sutlers trade, he woos in't.

_Lieu_. O never, King.

_Leo_. By this hand, when I consider--

_Lieu_. My honest friend, you are a little sawcy.

_1 Gent_. I told you you would have it.

_Lieu_. When mine own worth--

_Leo_. Is flung into the ballance, and found nothing.

_Lieu_. And yet a Soldier.

_Leo_. And yet a sawcy one.

_Lieu_. One that has followed thee.

_Leo_. Fair and far off.

_Lieu_. Fought for thy grace.

_Leo_. 'Twas for some grief, you lye Sir.

_Lieu_. He's the son of a whore denies this: will that satisfie ye?

_Leo_. Yes, very well.

_Lieu_. Shall then that thing that honours thee?
How miserable a thing soever, yet a thing still;
And though a thing of nothing, thy thing ever.

_Leo_. Here's a new thing.

_2 Gent_. He's in a deep dump now.

_Leo_. I'le fetch him out on't. When's the King's birth-day?

_Lieu_. When e're it be, that day I'le dye with ringing.
And there's the resolution of a Lover. [_Exit._

_Leo_. A goodly resolution sure I take it.
He is bewitch'd, or moop'd, or his brains melted,
Could he find no body to fall in love with; but the King,
The good old King, to doat upon him too?
Stay, now I remember, what the fat woman warn'd me,
Bid me remember, and look to him too:
I'le hang if she have not a hand in this: he's conjured,
Goe after him, I pity the poor Rascal,
In the mean time I'le wait occasion
To work upon the Prince.

_2 Gent_. Pray doe that seriously. [_Ex. severally._

_SCENA VII._

_Enter Antigonus, Menippus, Lords._

_Lord_. He's very ill.

_Ant_. I am very sorry for't,
And much ashamed I have wronged her innocence,
_Menippus_, guide her to the Princes lodgings,
There leave her to his love again.

_Men_. I am glad Sir.

_Lord_. He will speak to none.

_Ant_. O I shall break that silence;
Be quick, take fair attendance.

_M