SCENA II.

Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent. Lieutenant, and Lords.

Ant. But is it possible this fellow took it?

2 Gent. It seems so by the violence it wrought with, Yet now the fits ev'n off.

Men. I beseech your Grace.

Ant. Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart, And am right glad she drank it not her self, And more glad that the vertuous maid escap't it, I would not for the world 'thad hit: but that this Souldier, Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit; Can he make rimes too?

2 Gent. H'as made a thousand Sir, And plaies the burthen to 'em on a Jews-trump,

Ant. He looks as though he were bepist: do you love me Sir?

Lieu. Yes surely even with all my heart.

Ant. I thank ye; I am glad I have so good a subject: but pray ye tell me, How much did ye love me, before ye drank this matter?

Lieu. Even as much as a sober man might; and a Souldier That your grace owes just half a years pay to.

Ant. Well remembred; And did I seem so young and amiable to ye?

Lieu. Methought you were the sweetest youth—

Ant. That's excellent.

Lieu. I truly Sir: and ever as I thought on ye, I wished, and wished—

Ant. What didst thou wish prethee?

Lieu. Ev'n, that I had been a wench of fifteen for ye, A handsom wench Sir.

Ant. Why? God a Mercy Souldier: I seem not so now to thee.

Lieu. Not all out: And yet I have a grudging to your grace still.

Ant. Thou wast never in love before?

Lieu. Not with a King, And hope I shall never be again: Truly Sir, I have had such plunges, and such bickrings, And as it were such runnings atilt within me, For whatsoever it was provok't me toward ye.

Ant. God a-mercy still.

Lieu. I had it with a vengeance, It plaid his prize.

Ant. I would not have been a wench then, Though of this age.

Lieu. No sure, I should have spoil'd ye.

Ant. Well, goe thy waies, of all the lusty lovers That e're I saw—wilt have another potion?

Lieu. If you will be another thing, have at ye.

Ant. Ha, ha, ha: give me thy hand, from henceforth thou art my souldier, Do bravely, I'le love thee as much.

Lieu. I thank ye; But if you were mine enemy, I would not wish it ye: I beseech your Grace, pay me my charge.

2 Gent. That's certain Sir; Ha's bought up all that e're he found was like ye, Or any thing you have lov'd, that he could purchase; Old horses, that your Grace has ridden blind, and foundr'd; Dogs, rotten hawks, and which is more than all this, Has worn your Grace's Gauntlet in his Bonnet.

Ant. Bring in your Bills: mine own love shall be satisfi'd; And sirrah, for this potion you have taken, I'le point ye out a portion ye shall live on.

Men. 'Twas the best draught that e're ye drunk.

Lieu. I hope so.

Ant. Are the Princes come to th' Court?

Men. They are all, and lodg'd Sir.

Ant. Come then, make ready for their entertainment, Which presently we'l give: wait you on me Sir.

Lieu. I shall love drink the better whilst I live boyes. [Exeunt.