Cel. This is not very heroic in you now, to insult over a man in his misfortunes; but take heed, you have robb'd me of my two mistresses; I shall grow desperately constant, and all the tempest of my love will fall upon your head: I shall so pay you!—
Flo. Who, you pay me! you are a bankrupt, cast beyond all possibility of recovery.
Cel. If I am a bankrupt, I'll be a very honest one; when I cannot pay my debts, at least I'll give you up the possession of my body.
Flo. No, I'll deal better with you; since you are unable to pay, I'll give in your bond.
Enter PHILOCLES with a commanders staff in his hand, attended.
Phil. Cousin, I am sorry I must take you from your company about an earnest business.
Flo. There needs no excuse, my lord; we had despatched our affairs, and were just parting.
Cel. Will you be going, sir? sweet sir,—damn'd sir!—I have but one word more to say to you.
Flo. As I am a man of honour, I'll wait on you some other time.
Cel. By these breeches,—