Flo. 'Tis true, indeed, there's some difference betwixt a girdle and a halter.
Cel. As for the first year, according to the laudable custom of new-married people, we shall follow one another up into chambers, and down into gardens, and think we shall never have enough of one another. So far 'tis pleasant enough, I hope.
Flo. But after that, when we begin to live like husband and wife, and never come near one another—what then, sir?
Cel. Why, then, our only happiness must be to have one mind, and one will, Florimel.
Flo. One mind, if thou wilt, but pr'ythee let us have two wills; for I find one will be little enough for me alone. But how, if those wills should meet and clash, Celadon?
Cel. I warrant thee for that; husbands and wives keep their wills far enough asunder for ever meeting. One thing let us be sure to agree on, that is, never to be jealous.
Flo. No; but e'en love one another as long as we can; and confess the truth when we can love no longer.
Cel. When I have been at play, you shall never ask me what money I have lost.
Flo. When I have been abroad, you shall never enquire who treated me.
Cel. Item, I will have the liberty to sleep all night, without your interrupting my repose for any evil design whatsoever.