summon him immediately; it shall be delivered before you. I warrant,
you see a strange combat betwixt the flesh and the spirit: If he
leaves you to go to them, you'll grant he loves them better?

_Flo_. Not a jot the more: A bee may pick of many flowers, and
yet like some one better than all the rest.

_Fla_. But then your bee must not leave his sting behind him.

_Flo_. Well; make the experiment however: I hear him coming, and
a whole noise of fidlers at his heels. Hey-day, what a mad husband
shall I have!--

_Enter CELADON_.

_Fla_. And what a mad wife will he have! Well, I must go a little
way, but I'll return immediately, and write it: You'll keep him in
discourse the while? [_Exit_ FLA.

_Cel_. Where are you, madam? What, do you mean to run away thus?
Pray stand to't, that we may despatch this business.

_Flo_. I think you mean to watch me, as they do witches, to
make me confess I love you. Lord, what a bustle have you kept this
afternoon? What with eating, singing, and dancing, I am so wearied,
that I shall not be in case to hear any more love this fortnight.

_Cel_. Nay, if you surfeit on't before trial, Lord have mercy
upon you, when I have married you.

_Flo_. But what king's revenue, do you think, will maintain this
extravagant expence?

_Cel_. I have a damnable father, a rich old rogue, if he would
once die! Lord, how long does he mean to make it ere he dies!

_Flo_. As long as ever he can, I'll pass my word for him.

_Cel_. I think, then, we had best consider him as an obstinate
old fellow, that is deaf to the news of a better world; and ne'er stay
for him.

_Flo_. But e'en marry; and get him grandchildren in abundance,
and great-grandchildren upon them, and so inch him and shove him out
of the world by the very force of new generations--if that be the way,
you must excuse me.

_Cel_. But dost thou know what it is to be an old maid?

_Flo_. No, nor hope I shan't these twenty years.

_Cel_. But when that time comes, in the first place, thou wilt
be condemned to tell stories, how many men thou mightst have had; and
none believe thee: Then thou growest forward, and impudently weariest
all thy friends to solicit man for thee.

_Flo_. Away with your old common-place-wit: I am resolved to grow
fat, and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world, with
the first wrinkle, and the reputation of five and twenty.

_Cel_. Well, what think you now of a reckoning betwixt us?

_Flo_. How