Cel. I defy your mask:—Would you would try the experiment!
Flo. No, I won't; for your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Cel. Since you will not take the pains to convert me, I'll make bold to keep my faith. A miserable man, I am sure, you have made me.
Fla. This is pleasant.
Cel. It may be so to you, but it is not to me; for aught I see, I am going to be the most constant Maudlin,—
Flo. 'Tis very well, Celadon; you can be constant to one you have never seen, and have forsaken all you have seen?
Cel. It seems, you know me then:—Well, if thou should'st prove one of my cast mistresses, I would use thee most damnably, for offering to make me love thee twice.
Flo. You are i'the right: An old mistress, or servant, is an old tune; the pleasure on't is past, when we have once learned it.
Fla. But what woman in the world would you wish her like?
Cel. I have heard of one Florimel, the queen's ward; would she were as like her for beauty, as she is for humour!