Enter Oniate and Floriana.
Flo. I owe you, sir, for the pleasure of this walk.
Oni. Madam, it was to me the highest honour. [Exit Oniate.
Cle. Welcome, O, welcome, to redeem me!—What
Can the best wit of woman fancy we
Have been discoursing of?
Flo. Sure, not of love?
Cle. Of that most ridiculous hobby-horse, love;
That fool that fools the world; that spaniel love,
That fawns [the more] the more 'tis kick'd!
San. Will you betray me?
Cle. Thy lord hath so protested, Floriana,
Vowed such an altar to my beauty, swore
So many oaths, and such profane oaths too,
To be religious in performing all
That's impious towards heaven, and to a lady
Most ruinous.
Flo. Good Cleantha, all your detraction
Wins no belief on my suspicion.
Cle. Be credulous, and be abus'd. Floriana,
There's no vice so great as to think him virtuous.
Go mount your milk-white steed, Sir Lancelot,
Your little squire attends you there: in suburbs
Enchanted castles are, where ladies wait
To be deliver'd by your mighty hand;
Go and protest there.