Cel.  True Lady such a kindness, What shall that kindness be now?

Leu.  A witty Lady, Learn little ones, learn.

Cel.  Say it be all his favour.

Leu.  And a sweet saying ’tis.

Cel.  And I grow peevish?

Leu.  You must not be negleftfull.

Cel.  There’s the matter, There’s the main doctrine now, and I may miss it, Or a kind handsom Gentleman?

Leu.  You say well.

Cel.  They’I count us basely bred.

Leu.  Not freely nurtur’d.

Cel.  I’le take thy counsel.

Leu.  ’Tis an excellent woman.

Cel.  I find a notable volum here, a learned one;
Which way? for I would fain be in my chamber;
In truth sweet Ladies, I grow weary; fie,
How hot the air beats on me!

Lady.  This way Madam.

Cel.  Now by mine honour, I grow wondrous faint too.

Leu.  Your fans sweet Gentlewomen, your fans.

Cel.  Since I am fool’d, I’le make my self some sport, though I pay dear for’t. [Ex.

Men.  You see now what a manner of woman she is Sir.

Ant.  Thou art an ass.

Men.  Is this a fit love for the Prince: 

Ant.  A coxcombe: 
Now by my crown a daintie wench, a sharp wench,
And/a matchless Spirit:  how she jeer’d ’em? 
How carelesly she scoff’d ’em? use her nobly;
I would I had not seen her:  wait anon,
And then you shall have more to trade upon. [Exeunt.

SCENA V.

Enter Leontius, and the 2 Gentlemen.

Leo.  We must keep a round, and a strong watch to night, The Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning:  But for the trick I told ye for this Rascal, This rogue, that health and strong heart makes a coward.

1 Gent.  I, if it take.

Leo.  Ne’re fear it, the Prince has it,
And if he let it fall, I must not know it;
He will suspecl:  me presently:  but you two
May help the plough.

2 Gent.  That he is sick again.

Leo.  Extreamly sick:  his disease grown incurable, Never yet found, nor touch’d at.

Enter Lieutenant.

2 Gent.  Well, we have it, And here he comes.

Leo.  The Prince has been upon him, What a flatten face he has now? it takes, believe it; How like an Ass he looks?

Lieu.  I feel no great pain, At least, I think I do not; yet I feel sensibly I grow extreamly faint:  how cold I sweat now!

Leo.  So, so, so.

Lieu.  And now ’tis ev’n too true, I feel a pricking,
A pricking, a strange pricking:  how it tingles! 
And as it were a stitch too:  the Prince told me,
And every one cri’d out I was a dead man;
I had thought I had been as well—­