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 do you hear Menippus, Observe her with all sweetness: humour her, 'Twill make her lie more careless to our purposes. Away, and take what helps you please.

Men. I am gone Sir. [Exeunt.