Never look back, you shall not stay, not a minute.

_Dem_. I must have one farewel more.

_Cel_. No, the Drums beat;
I dare not slack your honour; not a hand more,
Only this look; the gods preserve, and save ye.




_ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._


_Enter_ Antigonus, Carinthus, Timon.

_Ant_. What, have ye found her out?

_Char_. We have hearkned after her.

_Ant_. What's that to my desire?

_Char_. Your grace must give us time,
And a little means.

_Tim_. She is sure a stranger,
If she were bred or known here--

_Ant_. Your dull endeavours _Enter_ Menippus.
Should never be employ'd. Welcom _Menippus_.