Cel. Ay, but the truth is, I am a kind of scandalous person, and for you to be seen in my company—stay in the walks, by this kiss I'll be with you presently.
Enter FLORIMEL running.
Flo. Help, help!—I can find nobody.
Cel. Tis needless now, my dear; she's recovered, and gone off; but so wan and weakly,—
Flo.Umph! I begin to smell a rat.—What was your business here, Celadon?
Cel. Charity, Christian charity; you saw I was labouring for life with her.
Flo. But how came you hither?—Not that I care this, but only to be satisfied. [Sings.
Cel. You are jealous, in my conscience!
Flo. Who, I jealous!—then I wish this sigh may be the last that ever I may draw. [Sighs.
Cel. But why do you sigh, then?