_Leu_. You'l grant me the Prince loves her?

_Gov_. There I am with ye.
And the gods bless her, promises her mightily.

_Leu_. Stay there a while. And gives her gifts?

_Gov_. Extreamly;
And truly makes a very Saint of her.

_Leu_. I should think now,
(Good woman let me have your judgement with me,
I see 'tis none of the worst: Come sit down by me)
That these two cannot love so tenderly.

_Gov_. Being so young as they are too.

_Leu_. You say well--
But that methinks some further promises--

_Gov_. Yes, yes,
I have heard the Prince swear he would marry her.

_Leu_. Very well still: they do not use to fall out?

_Gov_. The tenderest Chickens to one another,
They cannot live an hour asunder.

_Leu_. I have done then;
And be you gone; you know your charge, and do it.
You know whose will it is; if you transgress it--
That is, if any have access, or see her,
Before the Kings will be fulfill'd--

_Gov_. Not the Prince, Madam?

_Leu_. You'I be hang'd if you doe it, that I'le assure ye.

_Gov_. But ne'retheless, I'le make bold to obey ye.

_Leu_. Away, and to your business then.

_Gov_. 'Tis done, Madam. [_Exeunt._

_ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA_

_Enter_ Antigonus, _and_ Menippus.

_Ant_. Thou hast taken wondrous pains; but yet _Menippus_,
You understand not of what bloud and country.

_Men_. I labour'd that, but cannot come to know it.
A _Greek_ I am sure she is, she speaks this language.

_Ant_. Is she so excellent handsom?

_Men_. Most inticing.

_Ant_. Sold for a prisoner?

_Men_. Yes Sir,
Some poor creature.

_Ant_. And he loves tenderly?

_Men_. They say extreamly.

_Ant_. 'Tis well prevented then: yes, I perceiv'd it:
When he took leave now, he made a hundred stops,
Desir'd an hour, but half an hour, a minute,
Which I with anger cross'd; I knew his business,
I knew 'twas she he hunted on; this journey, man,
I beat out suddenly for her cause intended,
And would not give him time to breath. When comes she?

_Men_. This morning Sir.

_Ant_. Lodge her to all delight then:
For I would have her try'd to th' test: I know,
She must be some crackt coyn, not fit his traffique, (her,
Which when we have found, the shame will make him leave
Or we shall work a nearer way: I'le bury him,
And with him all the hopes I have cast upon him,
E're he shall dig his own grave in that woman:
You know which way to bring her: I'le stand close there,
To view her as she passes: and d