Men. As we go in, I'le tell ye. [Exeunt.
SCENA IV.
Enter Antigonus, Timon, Lords and a Souldier.
Ant. No face of sorrow for this loss, 'twill choak him,
Nor no man miss a friend, I know his nature
So deep imprest with grief, for what he has suffer'd,
That the least adding to it adds to his ruine;
His loss is not so infinite, I hope, Souldier.
Soul. Faith neither great, nor out of indiscretion. The young men out of heat.
Enter Demetrius, Leontius, and Lieutenant.
Ant. I guess the manner.
Lord. The Prince and't like your Grace.
Ant. You are welcome home, Sir:
Come, no more sorrow, I have heard your fortune,
And I my self have try'd the like: clear up man,
I will not have ye take it thus; if I doubted
Your fear had lost, and that you had turn'd your back to 'em,
Basely besought their mercies—
Leo. No, no, by this hand, Sir, We fought like honest and tall men.