_Cel_. Which of them, naughty sister! what a question's there? With both of them; with each and singular of them. _Ast_. Bless me!--You are not serious? _Cel_. You look, as if it were a wonder to see a man in love. Are they not handsome? _Ast_. Ay; but both together-- _Cel_. Ay, and both asunder; why, I hope there are but two of them; the tall singing and dancing one, and the little innocent one? _Ast_. But you cannot marry both? _Cel_. No, nor either of them, I trust in Heaven: but I can keep them company; I can sing and dance with them, and treat them; and that, I take it, is somewhat better than musty marrying them. Marriage is poor folks' pleasure, that cannot go to the cost of variety; but I am out of danger of that with these two, for I love them so equally, I can never make choice between them. Had I but one mistress, I might go to her to be merry, and she, perhaps, be out of humour; there were a visit lost: But here, if one of them frown upon me, the other will be the more obliging, on purpose to recommend her own gaiety; besides a thousand things that I could name. _Ast_. And none of them to any purpose. _Cel_. Well, if you will not be cruel to a poor lover, you might oblige me, by carrying me to their lodgings. _Ast_. You know I am always busy about the queen. _Cel_. But once or twice only; 'till I am a little flushed in my acquaintance with other ladies, and have learned to prey for myself. I promise you I'll make all the haste I can to end the trouble, by being in love somewhere else. _Ast_. You would think it hard to be denied now? _Cel_. And reason good. Many a man hangs himself for the loss of one mistress: How do you think, then, I should bear the loss of two; especially in a court, where, I think, beauty is but thin sown? _Ast_. There's one Florimel, the queen's ward, a new beauty, as wild as you, and a vast fortune. _Cel_. I am for her before the world. Bring me to her, and I'll release you of your promise for the other two. _Enter a Page_. _Page_. Madam, the queen expects you. _Cel_. I see you hold her favour; adieu, sister:--you have a little emissary there, otherwise I would offer you my service. _Ast_. Farewell, brother; think upon Florimel. _Cel_. You may trust my memory for a handsome woman: I'll think upon her, and the rest too; I'll forget none of them. [_Exit_ ASTERIA. SCENE II. _Enter a Gentleman walking over the stage hastily; After him_ FLORIMEL _and_ FLAVIA _masked_. _Fla_. Phormio! Phormio! you will not leave us? _Gent_. In faith, I have a little business. [_Exit Gent_. _Cel_. Cannot I serve you in the gentleman's room, ladies? _Fla_. Which of us would you serve? _Cel_. Either of you, or both of you. _Fla_. Why, could you not be constant to one? _Cel_. Constant to one!--I have been a courtier, a soldier, and a traveller, to good purpose, if I must be constant to one: Give me some twenty, some forty, some a hundred mistresses! I have more love than any woman can turn her to.