ourt, with
such a rare face, without a tongue to answer to a kind question? Art
thou dumb indeed? then thou canst tell no tales--
[_Goes to kiss her_.
_Flo_. Hold, hold, you are not mad!
_Cel_. Oh, my miss in a mask! have you found your tongue?
_Flo_. 'Twas time, I think; what had become of me if I had not?
_Cel_. Me thinks your lips had done as well.
_Flo_. Ay, if my mask had been over 'em, as it was when you met
me in the walks.
_Cel_. Well; will you believe me another time? Did not I say,
you were infinitely handsome? they may talk of Florimel, if they will,
but, i'faith, she must come short of you.
_Flo_. Have you seen her, then?
_Cel_. I look'd a little that way, but I had soon enough of her;
she is not to be seen twice without a surfeit.
_Flo_. However, you are beholden to her; they say she loves you.
_Cel_. By fate she shan't love me: I have told her a piece of
my mind already? Pox o' these coming women: They set a man to dinner,
before he has an appetite. [FLAVIA _at the door_.
_Fla_. Florimel, you are call'd within--[_Exit_.
_Cel_. I hope in the lord, you are not Florimel!
_Flo_. Ev'n she, at your service; the same kind and coming
Florimel, you have described.
_Cel_. Why then we are agreed already: I am as kind and coming
as you, for the heart of you: I knew, at first, we two were good for
nothing but one another.
_Flo_. But, without raillery, are you in love?
_Cel_. So horribly much, that, contrary to my own maxims, I
think, in my conscience, I could marry you.
_Flo_. No, no, 'tis not come to that yet; but if you are really
in love, you have done me the greatest pleasure in the world.
_Cel_. That pleasure, and a better too, I have in store for you.
_Flo_. This animal, call'd a lover, I have long'd to see these
two years.
_Cel_. Sure you walk'd with your mask on all the while; for if
you had been seen, you could not have been without your wish.
_Flo_. I warrant, you mean an ordinary whining lover; but I must
have other proofs of love, ere I believe it.
_Cel_. You shall have the best that I can give you.
_Flo_. I would have a lover, that, if need be, should hang
himself, drown himself, break his neck, poison himself, for very
despair: He, that will scruple this, is an impudent fellow if he says
he is in love.
_Cel_. Pray, madam, which of these four things would you have
your lover to do? For a man's but a man; he cannot hang, and drown,
and break his nec
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