Men. I saw her coming out.
Ant. Who waits upon her?
Men. Timon, Charinthus, and some other Gentlemen, By me appointed.
Ant. Where's your wife?
Men. She's ready To entertain her here Sir; and some Ladies Fit for her lodgings.
Ant. How shews she in her trim now?
Men. Oh most divinely sweet.
Ant. Prethee speak softly. How does she take her coming?
Men. She bears it bravely; But what she thinks—For Heaven sake Sir preserve me— If the Prince chance to find this.
Ant. Peace ye old fool; She thinks to meet him here.