So—at last he has trussed his quarry.
Enter FLORIMEL.
Flo. Did you see Celadon this way?
Fla. If you had not asked the question, I should have thought you had come from watching him; he's just gone off with Melissa's daughters.
Flo. Melissa's daughters! he did not court 'em, I hope?
Fla. So busily, he lost no time: While he was teaching the one a tune, he was kissing the other's hand.
Flo. O fine gentleman!
Fla. And they so greedy of him! did you never see two fishes about a bait, tugging it this way and t'other way? for my part, I looked at least he should have lost a leg or arm i'the service.—Nay, never vex yourself, but e'en resolve to break with him.
Flo. No, no, 'tis not come to that yet; I'll correct him first, and then hope the best from time.
Fla. From time! believe me, there's little good to be expected from him. I never knew the old gentleman with the scythe and hour-glass bring any thing but grey hair, thin cheeks, and loss of teeth: You see Celadon loves others.