Flo. Your cousin Philocles, and the princess Candiope, on my life! for I heard the queen give private orders to Lysimantes, and name them twice or thrice.
Cel. I know a score or two of madcaps here hard by, whom I can pick up from taverns, and gaming-houses, and bordels; those I'll bring to aid him,—Now, Florimel, there's an argument for wenching: Where would you have had so many honest men together, upon the sudden, for a brave employment?
Flo. You'll leave me then, to take my fortune?
Cel. No:—If you will, I'll have you into the places aforesaid, and enter you into good company.
Flo. 'Thank you, sir; here's a key, will let me through this back-door to my own lodgings.
Cel. If I come off with life, I'll see you this evening; if not,—adieu, Florimel!
Flo. If you come not, I shall conclude you are killed; or taken, to be hanged for a rebel to-morrow morning: and then I'll honour your memory with a lampoon, instead of an epitaph.
Cel. No, no! I trust better in my fate: I know I am reserved to do you a courtesy. [Exit CEL.
[As FLORIMEL is unlocking the door to go out, FLAVIA opens it against her, and enters to her, followed by a Page.
Fla. Florimel, do you hear the news?