Lord. He will speak to none.
Ant. O I shall break that silence; Be quick, take fair attendance.
Men. Yes Sir presently. [Exit.
Ant. He will find his tongue, I warrant ye; his health too; I send a physick will not fail.
Lord. Fair work it.
Ant. We hear the Princes mean to visit us In way of truce.
Lord. 'Tis thought so.
Ant. Come: let's in then, And think upon the noblest wayes to meet 'em. [Exeunt.
SCENA VIII.
Enter Leontius.