The humorous lieutenant, or, Generous enemies a comedy as it is now acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane.

Enter Antigonus, Carynthus, Tymon.

Ant.

WHat have ye found her out?

Char.

We hawe hearkned after her.

Ant.

What's that to my desire?

Char.

Your grace must give us time, and a little means.

Ty.

She is sure a stranger, if she were bred or known here—

Ant.

Your dull endeavours

Enter Menippus.

Should never be employ'd. Welcome Menippus.

Men.

I have found her Sir, I mean the place she is lodg'd in; her name is Celia, And much a do I had to purchase that too.

Ant.

Dost think Demetrius loves her?

Men.

Much I fear it, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 nothing that way yet can win for certaine. I'll tell your grace within this hour.

Ant.

A stranger?

Men.

Without all doubt.

Ant.

But how should he come to her?

Men.

There lies the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of the matter hid yet.

Ant.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 thou been with thy wife?

〈◊〉〈◊〉.

No Sir, I am going to her.

Ant.

Go and dispatch, and meet me in the Garden, And get all out ye can.

Exit.

Men.

I'll do my best Sir.

Exit.

Tym.

Blest be thy wife, thou wert an arrant Asse else.

Char.

I, she is a stirring woman indeed: there's a brain, brother.

Tym.

There's not a handsome wench of any mettle within an hundred miles, but her intelligence reaches her, and out-reaches her, and brings her as considently to Court, as to a sanctuary: What had his mouldy brains ever arriv'd at, had not she beaten it out oth' Flint to fasten him? They say she keeps an office of Concealements: there is no young wench, let her be a Saint, Unless she live ith' Center, but she finds her, and every way prepares addresses to her: if my wife would have followed her course Charintbus, her lucky course, I had the day before him: O what might I have been by this time, Brother? But she (forsooth) when I put these things to her, these things of honest thrift, groans, O my conscience, the load upon my consci∣ence, when to make us cuckolds, they have no more burthen then a brood∣goose, brother; but let's do what we can, though this wench fail us, ano∣ther of a now way will be lookt at: Come, let's abroad, and beat our brains, time may for all his wisdome, yet give us a day.

Exit.