Mel. Both my daughters are in love with him, and I cannot yet find he loves either of them.
Olin. Mother, mother, yonder's Celadon in the walks.
Mel. Peace, wanton; you had best ring the bells for joy. Well, I'll not meet him, because I know not which to offer him; yet he seems to like the youngest best: I'll give him opportunity with her. Olinda, do you make haste after me.
Olin. This is something hard though.
[Exit MEL.
Enter CELADON.
Cel. You see, ladies, the least breath of yours brings me to you: I have been seeking you at your lodgings, and from thence came hither after you.
Sab. 'Twas well you found us.
Cel. Found you! half this brightness betwixt you two was enough to have lighted me; I could never miss my way: Here's fair Olinda has beauty enough for one family; such a voice, such a wit, so noble a stature, so white a skin!—
Olin. I thought he would be particular at last. [Aside.