Cel. And a very impudent one, as I take it, sir.
Flo. Am so extremely surprised, that I admire, love, am wounded, and am dying, all in a moment.
Cel. I have seen him somewhere, but where I know not:—Pry'thee, my friend, leave us; dost thou think, we do not know our way in court?
Flo. I pretend not to instruct you in your way; you see I do not go before you; but you cannot possibly deny me the happiness to wait upon these ladies; me, who—
Cel. Thee, who shalt be beaten most unmercifully, if thou dost follow them.
Flo. You will not draw in court, I hope?
Cel. Pox on him, let's walk away faster, and be rid of him.
Flo. O, take no care for me, sir! you shall not lose me; I'll rather mend my pace, than not wait on you.
Olin. I begin to like this fellow.
Cel. You make very bold here in my seraglio, and I shall find a time to tell you so, sir.