FLO. Of consuls, then, which title we usurp'd To cheer your fancies, we shall now become Your servants, confidants, or favourites, Or how you please to style us. We are all Affianc'd yours: firm as the solid rock In your reserved councils, and what may Hold correspondence with your interests, But soft and malleable as liquid amber In its resolving temper, when delight Shall sport it in your bosom, and admit A sociable dalliance. FRI. Your free discourse, Grounded on former proofs of constancy, Has so endear'd me, I am wholly yours. CAV. Madam, we mean not you shall have it so: You've broke the ice, and we will trace your steps. Former experience has engaged me To fix on my Caranto. JUL. Palisado shall Enjoy my love. JOC. I for my Salibrand. MED. Morisco mine. TIN. Tinder shall Tilly's be. TIL. Pure tender Tinder of affection, The new-blown bloom, that craves a native warmth To cherish its young growth, shall not receive More solace from those orient rays which shine On its fresh-springing beauty, than your choice Shall in my dear embraces. TIN. I shall try you. 1ST BOY. Thus walks the poor gentlemen's revenues to raise these doxies' alimony: and thus runs their alimony to feed these youngsters' riot. [_Aside._ PLA. Our joy's completed. Seal this joint conveyance With those ambrosiac signets of your lips. [_They kiss._ "One house did hold, one house shall hold us twain; Once did we kiss, and we will kiss again." 2D BOY. How turtle-like they couple! [_Aside._ SCENE VI. _Upon these Platonics' private parlance, dalliance, and embraces of the Ladies, Enter_ SIR AMADIN PUNY, SIR JASPER SIMPLETON, SIR ARTHUR HEARTLESS, SIR GREGORY SHAPELESS, SIR TRISTRAM SHORTTOOL, SIR REUBEN SCATTERGOOD, _in a melancholy, discontented mood, with their hats over their eyes_. SIR AMA. Is this th' platonic law, all things in common? SIR JAS. Must all forego their wives that are not wise? SIR ART. Or be divorc'd, because we dare not fight? SIR GRE. Or lose our mates, because we are not handsome? SIR TRIS. Nay, 'cause we are not arm'd so well as others be, Forfeit our consort and our fortunes too?