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?