_Cel_. Why, then, our only happiness must be to have one mind, and one will, Florimel. _Flo_. One mind, if thou wilt, but pr'ythee let us have two wills; for I find one will be little enough for me alone. But how, if those wills should meet and clash, Celadon? _Cel_. I warrant thee for that; husbands and wives keep their wills far enough asunder for ever meeting. One thing let us be sure to agree on, that is, never to be jealous. _Flo_. No; but e'en love one another as long as we can; and confess the truth when we can love no longer. _Cel_. When I have been at play, you shall never ask me what money I have lost. _Flo_. When I have been abroad, you shall never enquire who treated me. _Cel_. _Item_, I will have the liberty to sleep all night, without your interrupting my repose for any evil design whatsoever. _Flo_. _Item_, Then you shall bid me goodnight before you sleep. _Cel_. Provided always, that whatever liberties we take with other people, we continue very honest to one another. _Flo_. As far as will consist with a pleasant life. _Cel_. Lastly, whereas the names of husband and wife hold forth nothing, but clashing and cloying, and dulness and faintness, in their signification; they shall be abolished for ever betwixt us. _Flo_. And instead of those, we will be married by the more agreeable names of mistress and gallant. _Cel_. None of my privileges to be infringed by thee, Florimel, under the penalty of a month of fasting nights. _Flo_. None of my privileges to be infringed by thee, Celadon, under the penalty of cuckoldom. _Cel_. Well, if it be my fortune to be made a cuckold, I had rather thou should'st make me one, than any one in Sicily; and, for my comfort, I shall have thee oftener than any of thy servants. _Flo_. Look ye now, is not such a marriage as good as wenching, Celadon? _Cel_. This is very good; but not so good, Florimel. _Queen_. Now set we forward to the assembly.--You promise, cousin, your consent? _Lys_. But most unwillingly. _Queen_. Philocles, I must beg your voice too. _Phil_. Most joyfully I give it. _Lys_. Madam, but one word more;-- Since you are so resolved, That you may see, bold as my passion was, 'Twas only for your person, not your crown; I swear no second love Shall violate the flame I had for you, But, in strict imitation of your oath, I vow a single life. _Queen_. Now, my Asteria, my joys are full; [_To_ ASTERIA. The powers above, that see The innocent love I bear to Philocles, Have given its due reward; for by this means The right of Lysimantes will devolve Upon Candiope: and I shall have This great content, to think, when I am dead, My crown may fall on Philocles's head. [_Exeunt_. EPILOGUE, WRITTEN BY A PERSON OF HONOUR.