Flo. Nothing but a cold, I cannot fetch my breath well. But what will you say, if I wrote the letter you had, to try your faith?
Cel. Hey day! this is just the devil and the sinner; you lay snares for me, and then punish me for being taken: Here's trying a man's faith indeed!—What, do you think I had the faith of a stock, or of a stone? Nay, an you go to tantalize a man—I love upon the square, I can endure no tricks to be used to me.
[OLINDA and SABINA at the door peeping.
Olin. and Sab. Celadon! Celadon!
Flo. What voices are those?
Cel. Some comrades of mine, that call me to play.—Pox on them, they'll spoil all. [Aside.
Flo. Pray, let's see them.
Cel. Hang them, tatterdemallions! they are not worth your sight.—Pray, gentlemen, begone; I'll be with you immediately.
Sab. No; we'll stay here for you.
Flo. Do your gentlemen speak with treble voices? I am resolved to see what company you keep.