Celia. 'Pray, were you ever enchanted, or charmed before?
Henry. But never lov'd till now.
Celia. Oh, if you're serious, I must—Come, come, come, I'll talk no more to you; walk that way, and I'll walk this way.
Henry. Nay, but my angel—
Celia. Well, well, I know all that, but if you really expect to meet me in the field again, you must send me a challenge by my brother—Eh—but I'll not tell you, for you seem to be conceited enough already.
AIR.—CELIA.
No hurry I'm in to be married,
But if it's the will of my brother,
I'd much rather stay,
Yet, since in the way,
I as well may have you as another.
A strange custom this, to be marry'd,
Though follow'd by father and mother,
The grave and the gay,
But, since in the way,
I as well may have you as another.
A prude, though she long to be marry'd,
Endeavours her wishes to smother,
I'd give you her nay,
But, since in the way,
I as well may have you as another.
[Exit.
Henry. Charming woman!
Tallyho. [Without.] Yoics! I'll bring in the stragglers—I'm the boy to fill the rooms, and empty the bottles.