Enter Antigonus, and Menippus.
Ant. Thou hast taken wondrous pains; but yet Menippus, You understand not of what bloud and country.
Men. I labour'd that, but cannot come to know it. A Greek I am sure she is, she speaks this language.
Ant. Is she so excellent handsom?
Men. Most inticing.
Ant. Sold for a prisoner?
Men. Yes Sir, Some poor creature.
Ant. And he loves tenderly?
Men. They say extreamly.
Ant. 'Tis well prevented then: yes, I perceiv'd it:
When he took leave now, he made a hundred stops,
Desir'd an hour, but half an hour, a minute,
Which I with anger cross'd; I knew his business,
I knew 'twas she he hunted on; this journey, man,
I beat out suddenly for her cause intended,
And would not give him time to breath. When comes she?