Dem. Nay then ye hate me.
Leo. I cannot speak now: [Ex. with Drums, and Shouts.
Well, go thy wayes; at a sure piece of bravery
Thou art the best, these men are won by th' necks now:
I'le send a Post away.
ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA.
Enter Antigonus, and Menippus.
Ant. No aptness in her?
Men. Not an immodest motion, And yet when she is courted, Makes as wild witty answers.
Ant. This more fires me, I must not have her thus.
Men. We cannot alter her.
Ant. Have ye put the youths upon her?
Men. All that know any thing,
And have been studied how to catch a beauty,
But like so many whelps about an Elephant—
The Prince is coming home, Sir.