Men. That's all the Project.
Ant. Was she hard to bring?
Men. No she believ'd it quickly,
And quickly made her self fit, the Gown a little,
And those new things she has not been acquainted with,
At least in this place, where she liv'd a prisoner,
Troubled and stirr'd her mind. But believe me Sir,
She has worn as good, they sit so apted to her;
And she is so great a Mistris of disposure:
Here they come now: but take a full view of her.
Enter Celia, Timon, Charinthus, and Gent.
Ant. How cheerfully she looks? how she salutes all?
And how she views the place? she is very young sure:
That was an admirable smile, a catching one,
The very twang of Cupids bow sung in it:
She has two-edg'd eyes, they kill o' both sides.
Men. She makes a stand, as though she would speak.
Ant. Be still then.
Cel. Good Gentlemen, trouble your selves no further, I had thought sure to have met a noble friend here.
Tim. Ye may meet many Lady.
Cel. Such as you are I covet few or none, Sir.