Cel. Now by mine honour, I grow wondrous faint too.
Leu. Your fans sweet Gentlewomen, your fans.
Cel. Since I am fool'd, I'le make my self some sport, though I pay dear for't. [Ex.
Men. You see now what a manner of woman she is Sir.
Ant. Thou art an ass.
Men. Is this a fit love for the Prince:
Ant. A coxcombe:
Now by my crown a daintie wench, a sharp wench,
And/a matchless Spirit: how she jeer'd 'em?
How carelesly she scoff'd 'em? use her nobly;
I would I had not seen her: wait anon,
And then you shall have more to trade upon. [Exeunt.
SCENA V.
Enter Leontius, and the 2 Gentlemen.
Leo. We must keep a round, and a strong watch to night,
The Prince will not charge the Enemy till the morning:
But for the trick I told ye for this Rascal,
This rogue, that health and strong heart makes a coward.