d good store too; who's there? [_Knock within_
Lord, shall we never have any ease in this world!
Still troubled! still molested! what would you have? _Enter_ Menipp[us].
I cannot furnish you faster than I am able,
And ye were my Husband a thousand times, I cannot do it.
At least a dozen posts are gone this morning
For several parts of the Kingdom: I can do no more
But pay 'em, and instruct 'em.

_Men_. Prithee, good sweet heart,
I come not to disturb thee, nor discourage thee,
I know thou labour'st truly: hark in thine ear.

_Leu_. Ha!
What do you make so dainty on't? look there
I am an Ass, I can do nothing.

_Men_. _Celia_?
I, this is she; a stranger born.

_Leu_. What would you give for more now?

_Men_. Prithee, my best _Leucippe_, there's much hangs on't,
Lodg'd at the end of _Mars_'s street? that's true too;
At the sack of such a Town, by such a Souldier
Preserv'd a Prisoner: and by Prince _Demetrius_
Bought from that man again, maintain'd and favour'd:
How came you by this knowledg?

_Leu_. Poor, weak man,
I have a thousand eyes, when thou art sleeping,
Abroad, and full of business.

_Men_. You never try'd her?

_Leu_. No, she is beyond my level; so hedg'd in
By the Princes infinite Love and Favour to her--

_Men_. She is a handsome Wench.

_Leu_. A delicate, and knows it;
And out of that proof arms her self.

_Men_. Come in then;
I have a great design from the King to you,
And you must work like wax now.

_Leu_. On this Lady?

_Men_. On this, and all your wits call home.

_Leu_. I have done
Toys in my time of some note; old as I am,
I think my brains will work without barm;
Take up the Books.

_Men_. As we go in, I'le tell ye. [_Exeunt_.

_SCENA IV._

_Enter_ Antigonus, Timon, Lords _and a_ Souldier.

_Ant_. No face of sorrow for this loss, 'twill choak him,
Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature
So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd,
That the least adding to it adds to his ruine;
His loss is not so infinite, I hope, Souldier.

_Soul_. Faith neither great, nor out of indiscretion.
The young men out of heat.

_Enter_ Demetrius, Leontius, _and_ Lieutenant.

_Ant_. I guess the manner.

_Lord_. The Prince and't like your Grace.

_Ant_. You are welcome home, Sir:
Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune,
And I my self have try'd the like: clear up man,
I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted
Your fear had lost, and that y