Flo. But e'en marry; and get him grandchildren in abundance, and great-grandchildren upon them, and so inch him and shove him out of the world by the very force of new generations—if that be the way, you must excuse me.
Cel. But dost thou know what it is to be an old maid?
Flo. No, nor hope I shan't these twenty years.
Cel. But when that time comes, in the first place, thou wilt be condemned to tell stories, how many men thou mightst have had; and none believe thee: Then thou growest forward, and impudently weariest all thy friends to solicit man for thee.
Flo. Away with your old common-place-wit: I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world, with the first wrinkle, and the reputation of five and twenty.
Cel. Well, what think you now of a reckoning betwixt us?
Flo. How do you mean?
Cel. To discount for so many days of my years service, as I have paid in this morning.
Flo. With all my heart.
Cel. Imprimis, for a treat. Item, For my glass coach. Item, For sitting bare, and wagging your fan. And lastly, and principally, for my fidelity to you this long hour and half.