Cel. No, marry, sir, I will not; I have surfeited of that old woman's face already.
Flo. Begin some frolic, then; what will you do for her?
Cel. Faith, I am no dog, to show tricks for her; I cannot come aloft to an old woman.
Flo. Dare you kiss her?
Cel. I was never dared by any man. By your leave, old madam— [He plucks off her ruff.
Mel. Help! help! do you discover my nakedness?
Cel. Peace, Tiffany! no harm! [He puts on the ruff.] Now, Sir, here's Florimel's health to you. [Kisses her.
Mel. Away, sir!—A sweet young man as you are, to abuse the gift of nature so!
Cel. Good mother, do not commend me so; I am flesh and blood, and you do not know what you may pluck upon that reverend person of yours.—Come on, follow your leader.
[Gives FLORIMEL the ruff; she puts it on.