Flo. Ay, but if you would have one, you must bespeak it, for I am sure you have none ready made.
Cel. What say you, shall I marry Flavia?
Flo. No, she'll be too cunning for you.
Cel. What say you to Olinda, then? she's tall, and fair, and bonny.
Flo. And foolish, and apish, and fickle.
Cel. But Sabina there's pretty, and young, and loving, and innocent.
Flo. And dwarfish, and childish, and fond, and flippant: If you marry her sister, you will get may-poles; and if you marry her, you will get fairies to dance about them.
Cel. Nay, then, the case is clear, Florimel; if you take 'em all from me, 'tis because you reserve me for yourself.
Flo. But this marriage is such a bugbear to me! much might be if we could invent but any way to make it easy.
Cel. Some foolish people have made it uneasy, by drawing the knot faster than they need; but we that are wiser will loosen it a little.