Cel. Then I perceive, ladies, I am a castaway, a reprobate, with you: Why, 'faith, this is hard luck now, that I should be no less than one whole hour in getting your affections, and now must lose 'em in a quarter of it.
Olin. No matter, let him rail; does the loss afflict you, sir?
Cel. No, in faith, does it not; for if you had not forsaken me, I had you: So the willows may flourish, for any branches I shall rob 'em of.
Sab. However, we have the advantage to have left you; not you us.
Cel. That's only a certain nimbleness in nature, you women have, to be first inconstant; but if you had not made the more haste, the wind was veering too upon my weathercock: The best on't is, Florimel is worth both of you.
Flo. 'Tis like she'll accept of their leavings.
Cel. She will accept on't, and she shall accept on't: I think I know more than you of her mind, sir.
Enter MELISSA.
Mel. Daughters, there's a poor collation within, that waits for you.
Flo. Will you walk, musty sir?