Flo. When you find a time to tell me on't, I shall find a time to answer you: But, pray, what do you find in yourself so extraordinary, that you should serve these ladies better than I? Let me know what 'tis you value yourself upon, and let them judge betwixt us.
Cel. I am somewhat more a man than you.
Flo. That is, you are so much older than I:—Do you like a man ever the better for his age, ladies?
Sab. Well said, young-gentleman.
Cel. Pish, thee! a young raw creature; thou hast ne'er been under the barber's hands yet.
Flo. No, nor under the surgeon's neither, as you have been.
Cel. 'Slife, what would'st thou be at? I am madder than thou art.
Flo. The devil you are! I'll tope with you; I'll sing with you; I'll dance with you;—I'll swagger with you—
Cel. I'll fight with you.
Flo. Out upon fighting; 'tis grown so common a fashion, that a modish man condemns it; a man of garniture and feather is above the dispensation of the sword.