Ast. Well, take your fortune, I must leave you.
[Exit ASTERIA.
Enter FLORIMEL, sees him, and is running back.
Cel. Nay, i'faith I am got betwixt you and home; you are my prisoner, lady bright, till you resolve me one question.
[She makes signs she is dumb.]
Pox, I think, she's dumb: what a vengeance dost thou at court, 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?