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 faith of my beauty, and for once I take you for my servant.
Cel. And for once I'll make a blind bargain with you. Strike hands; is't a match, mistress?
Flo. Done, servant.
Cel. Now I am sure I have the worst on't: For you see the worst of me, and that I do not of you, 'till you shew your face.—Yet, now I think on't, you must be handsome.
Flo. What kind of beauty do you like?