Flo. Well; make the experiment however: I hear him coming, and a whole noise of fidlers at his heels. Hey-day, what a mad husband shall I have!—
Enter CELADON.
Fla. And what a mad wife will he have! Well, I must go a little way, but I'll return immediately, and write it: You'll keep him in discourse the while? [Exit FLA.
Cel. Where are you, madam? What, do you mean to run away thus? Pray stand to't, that we may despatch this business.
Flo. I think you mean to watch me, as they do witches, to make me confess I love you. Lord, what a bustle have you kept this afternoon? What with eating, singing, and dancing, I am so wearied, that I shall not be in case to hear any more love this fortnight.
Cel. Nay, if you surfeit on't before trial, Lord have mercy upon you, when I have married you.
Flo. But what king's revenue, do you think, will maintain this extravagant expence?
Cel. I have a damnable father, a rich old rogue, if he would once die! Lord, how long does he mean to make it ere he dies!
Flo. As long as ever he can, I'll pass my word for him.
Cel. I think, then, we had best consider him as an obstinate old fellow, that is deaf to the news of a better world; and ne'er stay for him.