_Cel. to the page_.] Child, come hither, child; here's money for thee: So, begone quickly, good child, before any body examines thee: Thou art in a dangerous place, child--[_Thrusts him out_.] Very good; the sisters send me word, they will have the fiddles this afternoon, and invite me to sup there!--Now, cannot I forbear, an I should be damned, tho' I have scap'd a scouring so lately for it. Yet I love Florimel better than both of them together; there's the riddle on't: But only for the sweet sake of variety.--[_Aside_.] Well, we must all sin, and we must all repent, and there's an end on't. _Flo_. What is it, that makes you fidge up and down so? _Cel_. 'Faith, I am sent for by a very dear friend, and 'tis upon a business of life and death. _Flo_. On my life, some woman? _Cel_. On my honour, some man; do you think I would lie to you? _Flo_. But you engaged to sup with me. _Cel_. But I consider it may be scandalous to stay late in your lodgings. Adieu, dear miss! If ever I am false to thee again!-- [_Exit_ CELADON. _Flo_. See what constant metal you men are made of! He begins to vex me in good earnest. Hang him, let him go and take enough of 'em: And yet, methinks, I can't endure he should neither. Lord, that such a mad-cap as I should ever live to be jealous! I must after him. Some ladies would discard him now, but I A fitter way for my revenge will find; I'll marry him, and serve him in his kind. [_Exit_ FLO. ACT IV. SCENE I,--_The Walks_. MELISSA, _after her_ OLINDA _and_ SABINA. _Mel_. I must take this business up in time: This wild fellow begins to haunt my house again. Well, I'll be bold to say it, 'tis as easy to bring up a young lion without mischief, as a maidenhead of fifteen, to make it tame for an husband's bed. Not but that the young man is handsome, rich, and young, and I could be content he should marry one of them; but to seduce them both in this manner:--Well, I'll examine them apart, and if I can find out which he loves, I'll offer him his choice.--Olinda, come hither, child. _Olin_. Your pleasure, madam? _Met_. Nothing but for your good, Olinda; what think you of Celadon? _Olin_. Why I think he's a very mad fellow; but yet I have some obligements to him: he teaches me new airs of the guitar, and talks wildly to me, and I to him. _Mel_. But tell me in earnest, do you think he loves you? _Olin_. Can you doubt it? There were never two so cut out for one another; we both love singing, dancing, treats, and music. In short, we are each other's counterpart. _Mel_. But does he love you seriously? _Olin_. Seriously?--I know not that; if he did, perhaps I should not love him: But we sit and talk, and wrangle, and are friends; when we are together, we never hold our tongues; and then we have always a noise of fiddles at our heels; he hunts me merrily, as the hound does the hare; and either this is love, or I know it not. _Mel_. Well, go back, and call Sabina to me. [_OLINDA goes behind_.