ickly,
And quickly made her self fit, the Gown a little,
And those new things she has not been acquainted with,
At least in this place, where she liv'd a prisoner,
Troubled and stirr'd her mind. But believe me Sir,
She has worn as good, they sit so apted to her;
And she is so great a Mistris of disposure:
Here they come now: but take a full view of her.

_Enter_ Celia, Timon, Charinthus, _and_ Gent.

_Ant_. How cheerfully she looks? how she salutes all?
And how she views the place? she is very young sure:
That was an admirable smile, a catching one,
The very twang of Cupids bow sung in it:
She has two-edg'd eyes, they kill o' both sides.

_Men_. She makes a stand, as though she would speak.

_Ant_. Be still then.

_Cel_. Good Gentlemen, trouble your selves no further,
I had thought sure to have met a noble friend here.

_Tim_. Ye may meet many Lady.

_Cel_. Such as you are
I covet few or none, Sir.

_Char_. Will you walk this way,
And take the sweets o'th' garden? cool and close, Lady.

_Cel_. Methinks this open air's far better, tend ye that way
Pray where's the woman came along?

_Char_. What woman?

_Cel_. The woman of the house I lay at.

_Tim_. Woman?
Here was none came along sure.

_Cel_. Sure I am catcht then:
Pray where's the Prince?

_Char_. He will not be long from ye,
We are his humble Servants.

_Cel_. I could laugh now,
To see how finely I am cozen'd: yet I fear not,
For sure I know a way to scape all dangers.

_Tim_. Madam, your lodgings lye this way.

_Cel_. My Lodgings?
For Heaven sake Sir, what office do I bear here?

_Tim_. The great commander of all hearts.

_Enter_ Leucippe, _and_ Ladies.

_Cel_. You have hit it.
I thank your sweet heart for it. Who are these now?

_Char_. Ladies that come to serve ye.

_Cel_. Well consider'd,
Are you my Servants?

_Lady_. Servants to your pleasures.

_Cel_. I dare believe ye, but I dare not trust ye:
Catch'd with a trick? well, I must bear it patiently:
Methinks this Court's a neat place: all the people
Of so refin'd a size--

_Tim_. This is no poor Rogue.

_Leu_. Were it a Paradise to please your fancy,
And entertain the sweetness you bring with ye.

_Cel_. Take breath;
You are fat, and many words may melt ye,
This is three Bawdes beaten into one; bless me Heaven,
What shall become of me? I am i'th' pitfall:
O' my conscience, this is the old viper, and all these little ones
Creep every night into her belly; do you he