Could the King find no shape to shift his pander into,
But reverend Age? and one so like himself too?

_Ant_. She has found me out.

_Cel_. Cozen the world with gravity?
Prethee resolve me one thing, do's the King love thee?

_Ant_. I think he do's.

_Cel_. It seems so by thy Office:
He loves thy use, and when that's ended, hates thee:
Thou seemest to me a Souldier.

_Ant_. Yes, I am one.

_Cel_. And hast fought for thy Country?

_Ant_. Many a time.

_Cel_. May be, commanded too?

_Ant_. I have done, Lady.

_Cel_. O wretched man, below the state of pity!
Canst thou forget thou wert begot in honour?
A free Companion for a King? a Souldier?
Whose Nobleness dare feel no want, but Enemies?
Canst thou forget this, and decline so wretchedly,
To eat the Bread of Bawdry, of base Bawdry?
Feed on the scum of Sin? fling thy Sword from thee?
Dishonour to the noble name that nursed thee?
Go, beg diseases: let them be thy Armours,
Thy fights, the flames of Lust, and their foul issues.

_Ant_. Why then I am a King, and mine own Speaker.

_Cel_. And I as free as you, mine own Disposer:
There, take your Jewels; let them give them lustres
That have dark Lives and Souls; wear 'em your self, Sir,
You'l seem a Devil else.

_Ant_. I command ye stay.

_Cel_. Be just, I am commanded.

_Ant_. I will not wrong ye.

_Cel_. Then thus low falls my duty.

_Ant_. Can ye love me?
Say I, and all I have--

_Cel_. I cannot love ye;
Without the breach of faith I cannot hear ye;
Ye hang upon my love, like frosts on Lilies:
I can dye, but I cannot love: you are answer'd.

_Ant_. I must find apter means, I love her truly.

_SCENA II._

_Enter_ Demetr. Leon. Lieu. Gent. Sould. _and_ Host.

_Dem_. Hither do you say she is come?

_Host_. Yes Sir, I am sure on't:
For whilest I waited upon ye, putting my Wife in trust,
I know not by what means, but the King found her,
And hither she was brought; how, or to what end--

_Dem_. My Father found her?

_Host_. So my Wife informs me.

_Dem_. _Leontius_, pray draw off the Souldiers,
I would a while be private.

_Leon_. Fall off Gentlemen,
The Prince would be alone. [Ex. Leo _and_ Soul.

_Dem_. Is he so cunning?
There is some trick in this, and you must know it,
And be an agent too: which if it prove so--

_Host_. Pull me to pieces, Sir.

_Dem_. My Father found her?
My Father brought her hither? went she willingly?

_Host_. My Wife sayes