Dem. 'Tis likely: How came you hither Celia? wondrous gallant: Did my Father send for ye?
Cel. So they told me Sir, And on command too.
Dem. I hope you were obedient?
Cel. I was so ever.
Dem. And ye were bravely us'd?
Cel. I wanted nothing:
My maiden-head to a mote i'th' Sun, he's jealous:
I must now play the knave with him, though I dye for't,
'Tis in my nature.
Dem. Her very eyes are alter'd: Jewels, and rich ones too, I never saw yet— And what were those came for ye?
Cel. Monstrous jealous: Have I liv'd at the rate of these scorn'd questions? They seem'd of good sort, Gentlemen.
Dem. Kind men?
Cel. They were wondrous kind: I was much beholding to 'em; There was one Menippus Sir.