Queen. Your modesty shall not serve the turn; ask something.
Cel. Then I beg, madam, you will command Florimel never to be friends with me.
Flo. Ask again; I grant that without the queen: But why are you afraid on't?
Cel. Because I am sure, as soon as ever you are, you'll marry me.
Flo. Do you fear it?
Cel. No, 'twill come with a fear.
Flo. If you do, I will not stick with you for an oath.
Cel. I require no oath till we come to church: and then after the priest, I hope; for I find it will be my destiny to marry thee.
Flo. If ever I say a word after the black gentleman for thee, Celadon—
Cel. Then, I hope, you'll give me leave to bestow a faithful heart elsewhere.