_Sab_. No; we'll stay here for you. _Flo_. Do your gentlemen speak with treble voices? I am resolved to see what company you keep. _Cel_. Nay, good my dear. [_He lays hold of her to pull her back, she lays hold of_ OLINDA, _by whom_ SABINA _holds; so that, he pulling, they all come in_. _Flo_. Are these your comrades? [Sings.] _'Tis Strephon calls, what would my love?_ Why do you not roar out, like a great bass-viol, _Come follow to the myrtle-grove_.--Pray, sir, which of these fair ladies is it, for whom you were to do the courtesy? for it were unconscionable to leave you to them both:--What, a mans but a man, you know. _Olin_. The gentleman may find an owner. _Sab_. Though not of you. _Flo_. Pray, agree whose the lost sheep is, and take him. _Cel_. 'Slife, they'll cry me anon, and tell my marks. _Flo_. Troth, I pity your highness there; I perceive he has left you for the little one: Methinks he should have been afraid to break his neck, when he fell so high as from you to her. _Sab_. Well, my drolling lady, I may be even with you. _Flo_. Not this ten years, by the growth, yet. _Sab_. Can flesh and blood endure this! _Flo_. How now, my amazon _in decimo sexto_! _Olin_. Do you affront my sister? _Flo_. Ay; but thou art so tall, I think I shall never affront thee. _Sab_. Come away, sister; we shall be jeered to death else. [_Exeunt_ OLIN. _and_ SAB. _Flo_. Why do you look that way? You can't forbear leering after the forbidden fruit.--But whene'er I take a wencher's word again! _Cel_. A wencher's word!--Why should you speak so contemptibly of the better half of mankind? I'll stand up for the honour of my vocation. _Flo_. You are in no fault, I warrant!--'Ware my busk[A]. [Footnote A: The now almost forgotten _busk_ was a small slip of steel or wood, used to stiffen the stays. Florimel threatens to employ it as a rod of chastisement.] _Cel_. Not to give a fair lady the lie, I am in fault; but otherwise--Come, let us be friends, and let me wait on you to your lodgings. _Flo_. This impudence shall not save you from my table-book. _Item_, A month more for this fault. [_They walk to the door_. _1 Sold. [within.]_ Stand!-- _2 Sold_. Stand, give the word! _Cel_. Now, what's the meaning of this, trow?--guards set! _1 Sold_. Give the word, or you cannot pass:--These are they, brother; let's in and seize them. _The two Soldiers enter_. _1 Sold_. Down with him! _2 Sold_. Disarm him!_Cel_. How now, rascals?-- [_Draws, and beats one off, and catches the other_. Ask your life, you villain. _2 Sold_. Quarter! quarter! _Cel_. Was ever such an insolence? _2 Sold_. We did but our duty;--here we were set to take a gentleman and lady, that would steal a marriage without the queen's consent, and we thought you had been they. [_Exit Sold_. _Flo_. Your cousin Philocles, and the princess Candiope, on my life! for I heard the queen give private orders to Lysimantes, and name them twice or thrice.