o you hear _Menippus_,
Observe her with all sweetness: humour her,
'Twill make her lie more careless to our purposes.
Away, and take what helps you please.

_Men_. I am gone Sir. [_Exeunt_.

_SCENA II._

_Enter_ Celia, _and_ Governess.

_Cel_. Governess, from whom was this Gown sent me?
Prethee be serious true; I will not wear't else:
'Tis a handsom one.

_Gov_. As though you know not?

_Cel_. No faith:
But I believe, for certain too, yet I wonder,
Because it was his caution, this poor way,
Still to preserve me from the curious searchings
Of greedy eyes.

_Gov_. You have it: does it please you?

_Cel_. 'Tis very rich, methinks too, prethee tell me?

_Gov_. From one that likes you well, never look coy, Lady;
These are no gifts, to be put off with powtings.

_Cel_. Powtings, and gifts? is it from any stranger?

_Gov_. You are so curious, that there is no talk to ye.
What if it be I pray ye?

_Cel_. Unpin good Governess,
Quick, quick.

_Gov_. Why, what's the matter?

_Cel_. Quick, good Governess:
Fie on't, how beastly it becomes me! poorly!
A trick put in upon me? well said Governess:
I vow I would not wear it--out, it smells musty.
Are these your tricks? now I begin to smell it,
Abominable musty; will you help me?
The Prince will come again--

_Gov_. You are not mad sure?

_Cel_. As I live I'le cut it off: a pox upon it;
For sure it was made for that use; do you bring me Liveries?
Stales to catch Kites? dost thou laugh too, thou base woman?

_Gov_. I cannot chuse, if I should be hang'd.

_Cel_. Abuse me,
And then laugh at me too?

_Gov_. I do not abuse ye:
Is it abuse, to give him drink that's thirsty?
You want cloaths; is it such a hainous sin I beseech ye,
To see you stor'd?

_Cel_. There is no greater wickedness
Than this way.

_Gov_. What way?

_Cel_. I shall curse thee fearfully,
If thou provok'st me further: and take heed, woman;
My curses never miss.

_Gov_. Curse him that sent it.

_Cel_. Tell but his name--

_Gov_. You dare not curse him.

_Cel_. Dare not?
By this fair light--

_Gov_. You are so full of passion--

_Cel_. Dare not be good? be honest? dare not curse him?

_Gov_. I think you dare not: I believe so.

_Cel_. Speak him.

_Gov_. Up with your valour then, up with it bravely,
And take your full charge.

_Cel_. If I do not, hang me;
Tell but his name.

_Gov_. 'Twas Prince Demetrius sent it:
Now, now, give fire, kill him i'th' eye