2 Ush. You must be modester.

Cel. Let him use me nobler,
And wear good Cloaths to do good Offices;
They hang upon a fellow of his vertue,
As though they hung on Gibbets.

2 Ush. A perillous wench.

1 Ush. Thrust her into a corner, I’le no more on her.

2 Ush. You have enough, go pretty Maid, stand close, And use that little tongue, with a little more temper.

Cel. I thank ye, Sir.

2 Ush. When the show’s past,
I’le have ye into the Cellar, there we’ll dine. 
A very pretty wench, a witty Rogue,
And there we’ll be as merry; can ye be merry?

Cel. O very merry.

2 Ush. Only our selves; this churlish fellow shall not know.

Cel. By no means.

2 Ush. And can you love a little?

Cel. Love exceedingly:  I have cause to love you, dear Sir.

2 Ush. Then I’le carry ye, And shew you all the pictures, and the hangings, The Lodgings, Gardens, and the walks:  and then, sweet, You shall tell me where you lye.

Cel. Yes marry will I.

2 Ush. And’t shall go hard but I’le send ye a Venison Pasty, And bring a bottle of wine along.

1 Ush. Make room there,

2 Ush. Room there afore; stand close, the train is coming.

Enter King Antigonus, Timon, Charinthus, Menippus.

Cel. Have I yet left a beauty to catch fools?  Yet, yet, I see him not.  O what a misery Is love, expected long, deluded longer!

Ant. Conduct in the Embassadors.

1 Ush. Make room there.

Ant. They shall not wait long answer—­ [Flourish.

Cle. Yet he comes not.

Enter 3 Embassadors.

Why are eyes set on these, and multitudes
Follow to make these wonders?  O good gods! 
What would these look like if my love were here? 
But I am fond, forgetful.

Ant. Now your grievance, Speak short, and have as short dispatch.

1 Emb. Then thus, Sir: 
In all our Royal Masters names, We tell you,
Ye have done injustice, broke the bonds of concord,
And from their equal shares, from Alexander
Parted, and so possess’d, not like a Brother,
But as an open Enemy, Ye have hedged in
Whole Provinces, man’d and maintain’d these injuries;
And daily with your sword (though they still honour ye)
Make bloudy inroads, take Towns, and ruin Castles,
And still their sufFerance feels the weight.

2 Em. Think of that love, great Sir, that honor’d friendship
Your self held with our Masters, think of that strength
When you were all one body, all one mind;
When all your swords struck one way, when your angers,
Like so many brother Billows rose together,
And curling up your foaming Crests, defied
Even mighty Kings, and in their falls entomb’d ’em;
O think of these; and you that have been Conquerours,
That ever led your Fortunes open ey’d,
Chain’d fast by confidence; you that fame courted,
Now ye want Enemies and men to match ye,
Let not your own Swords seek your ends to shame ye.