Cel. Me thinks your lips had done as well.
Flo. Ay, if my mask had been over 'em, as it was when you met me in the walks.
Cel. Well; will you believe me another time? Did not I say, you were infinitely handsome? they may talk of Florimel, if they will, but, i'faith, she must come short of you.
Flo. Have you seen her, then?
Cel. I look'd a little that way, but I had soon enough of her; she is not to be seen twice without a surfeit.
Flo. However, you are beholden to her; they say she loves you.
Cel. By fate she shan't love me: I have told her a piece of my mind already? Pox o' these coming women: They set a man to dinner, before he has an appetite. [FLAVIA at the door.
Fla. Florimel, you are call'd within—[Exit.
Cel. I hope in the lord, you are not Florimel!
Flo. Ev'n she, at your service; the same kind and coming Florimel, you have described.