ild as you, and a vast fortune.
_Cel_. I am for her before the world. Bring me to her, and I'll
release you of your promise for the other two.
_Enter a Page_.
_Page_. Madam, the queen expects you.
_Cel_. I see you hold her favour; adieu, sister:--you have a
little emissary there, otherwise I would offer you my service.
_Ast_. Farewell, brother; think upon Florimel.
_Cel_. You may trust my memory for a handsome woman: I'll think
upon her, and the rest too; I'll forget none of them. [_Exit_
ASTERIA.
SCENE II.
_Enter a Gentleman walking over the stage hastily; After him_
FLORIMEL _and_ FLAVIA _masked_.
_Fla_. Phormio! Phormio! you will not leave us?
_Gent_. In faith, I have a little business.
[_Exit Gent_.
_Cel_. Cannot I serve you in the gentleman's room, ladies?
_Fla_. Which of us would you serve?
_Cel_. Either of you, or both of you.
_Fla_. Why, could you not be constant to one?
_Cel_. Constant to one!--I have been a courtier, a soldier, and a
traveller, to good purpose, if I must be constant to one: Give me some
twenty, some forty, some a hundred mistresses! I have more love than
any woman can turn her to.
_Flo_. Bless us! let us be gone, cousin: We two are nothing in
his hands.
_Cel_. Yet, for my part, I can live with as few mistresses as any
man. I desire no superfluities; only for necessary change or so, as I
shift my linen.
_Flo_. A pretty odd kind of fellow this; he fits my humour
rarely. [_Aside_.
_Fla_. You are as inconstant as the moon.
_Flo_. You wrong him, he's as constant as the sun; he would see
all the world in twenty-four hours.
_Cel_. 'Tis very true, madam; but, like him, I would visit, and
away.
_Flo_. For what an unreasonable thing it were, to stay long, be
troublesome, and hinder a lady of a fresh lover.
_Cel_. A rare creature this! [_Aside_]--Besides, madam, how
like a fool a man looks, when, after all his eagerness of two minutes
before, he shrinks into a faint kiss, and a cold compliment.--Ladies
both, into your hands I commit myself; share me betwixt you.
_Fla_. I'll have nothing to do with you, since you cannot be
constant to one.
_Cel_. Nay, rather than lose either of you, I'll do more; I'll be
constant to an hundred of you. Or, if you will needs fetter me to one,
agree the matter between yourselves; and the most handsome take me.
_Flo_. Though I am not she, yet since my mask is down, and you
cannot convince me, have a good fa
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