Cel. And at the end of it, you'll marry me?
Flo. If neither of us alter our minds before.
Cel. By this light a necessary clause. But if I pay in all the foresaid services before the day, you shall be obliged to take me sooner into mercy.
Flo. Provided, if you prove unfaithful, then your time of a twelve-month to be prolonged; so many services, I will bate you so many days or weeks; so many faults, I will add to your 'prenticeship so much more: And of all this, I only to be judge.
Enter PHILOCLES and LYSIMANTES.
Lys. Is the queen this way, madam?
Flo. I'll see, so please your highness: Follow me, captive.
Cel. March on, conqueror—[She pulls him.
[Exeunt CEL. FLO.
Lys. You're sure her majesty will not oppose it?