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.