Lys_. Rather this wonder.

_Ant_. Be you our guide _Leontius_, here's a new peace. [_Ex._

_SCENA V._

_Enter Demetrius and Celia._

_Cel_. Thus far you shall perswade me, still to honour ye,
Still to live with ye, Sir, or near about ye;
For not to lye, you have my first and last love:
But since you have conceiv'd an evil against me,
An evil that so much concerns your honour,
That honour aim'd by all at for a pattern:
And though there be a false thought, and confest too,
And much repentance faln in showrs to purge it;
Yet, whilest that great respect I ever bore ye,
Dwells in my bloud, and in my heart that duty;
Had it but been a dream, I must not touch ye.

_Dem_. O you will make some other happy?

_Cel_. Never,
Upon this hand I'le seal that faith.

_Dem_. We may kiss,
Put not those out o'th' peace too.

_Cel_. Those I'le give ye,
So there you will be pleas'd to pitch your _ne ultra_,
I will be merry with ye; sing, discourse with ye,
Be your poor Mistris still: in truth I love ye.

_Enter Leontius, Antigonus, Seleucus, Lysimachus, Ptolomie, Lieutenant,
and Gentleman._

_Dem_. Stay, who are these?

_Lys_. A very handsom Lady.

_Leo_. As e're you saw.

_Sel_. Pity her heart's so cruel.

_Lys_. How does your Grace? he stands still, will not hear us.

_Ptol_. We come to serve ye, Sir, in all our fortunes.

_Lys_. He bows a little now; he's strangely alter'd.

_Sel_. Ha? pray ye a word _Leontius_, pray ye a word with ye,
_Lysimachus_? you bo'th knew mine _Enanthe_,
I lost in _Antioch_, when the Town was taken,
Mine Uncle slain, _Antigonus_ had the sack on't?

_Lys_. Yes, I remember well the Girl.

_Sel_. Methinks now
That face is wondrous like her: I have her picture,
The same, but more years on her; the very same.

_Lys_. A Cherry to a Chery is not liker.

_Sel_. Look on her eyes.

_Leo_. Most certain she is like her:
Many a time have I dandled her in these arms, Sir,
And I hope who will more.

_Ant_. What's that ye look at, Pr[in]ces?

_Sel_. This Picture, and that Lady, Sir.

_Ant_. Ha! they are near:
They only err in time.

_Lys_. Did you mark that blush there?
That came the nearest.

_Sel_. I must speak to her.

_Leo_. You'll quickly be resolved.

_Sel_. Your name sweet Lady?

_Cel_. _Enanthe_, Sir: and this to beg your blessing.

_Sel_. Do you know me?

_Cel_. If you be the King _Seleucus_,
I know you are my Father.

_Sel_. Peace a little,
Where did I