Flo. What could you have done more to me?
Cel. An hundred times more; as thou shalt know, dear rogue, at time convenient.
Flo. You talk, you talk; could you kiss them, though but once, and ne'er think of me?
Cel. Nay, if I had thought of thee, I had kissed them over a thousand times, with the very force of imagination.
Flo. The gallants are mightily beholden to you; you have found them out a new way to kiss their mistresses, upon other women's lips.
Cel. What would you have? You are my Sultana Queen, the rest are but in the nature of your slaves; I may make some slight excursions into the enemy's country for forage, or so, but I ever return to my head quarters.
Enter one with a letter.
Cel. To me?
Mess. If your name be Celadon. [CEL. reads softly.
Flo. He is swallowing the pill; presently we shall see the operation.