Cel.  But when that time comes, in the first place, thou wilt be condemned to tell stories, how many men thou mightst have had; and none believe thee:  Then thou growest forward, and impudently weariest all thy friends to solicit man for thee.

Flo.  Away with your old common-place-wit:  I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world, with the first wrinkle, and the reputation of five and twenty.

Cel.  Well, what think you now of a reckoning betwixt us?

Flo.  How do you mean?

Cel.  To discount for so many days of my years service, as I have paid in this morning.

Flo.  With all my heart.

Cel. Imprimis, for a treat.
  Item, For my glass coach.
  Item, For sitting bare, and wagging your fan. 
And lastly, and principally, for my fidelity to you this long hour
and half.

Flo.  For this I bate you three weeks of your service; now hear your bill of faults; for your comfort ’tis a short one.

Cel.  I know it.

Flo. Imprimis, item, and sum total, for keeping company with Melissa’s daughters.

Cel.  How the pox came you to know of that?  Gad, I believe the devil plays booty against himself, and tells you of my sins. [Aside.

Flo.  The offence being so small, the punishment shall be but proportionable; I will set you back only half a year.

Cel.  You’re most unconscionable:  When then do you think we shall come together?  There’s none but the old patriarchs could live long enough to marry you at this rate.  What, do you take me for some cousin of Methusalem’s, that I must stay an hundred years, before I come to beget sons and daughters?

Flo.  Here’s an impudent lover! he complains of me without ever offering to excuse himself; item, a fortnight more for that.

Cel.  So, there’s another puff in my voyage, has blown me back to the north of Scotland.

Flo.  All this is nothing to your excuse for the two sisters.

Cel.  ’Faith, if ever I did more than kiss them, and that but once—­

Flo.  What could you have done more to me?

Cel.  An hundred times more; as thou shalt know, dear rogue, at time convenient.

Flo.  You talk, you talk; could you kiss them, though but once, and ne’er think of me?

Cel.  Nay, if I had thought of thee, I had kissed them over a thousand times, with the very force of imagination.

Flo.  The gallants are mightily beholden to you; you have found them out a new way to kiss their mistresses, upon other women’s lips.

Cel.  What would you have?  You are my Sultana Queen, the rest are but in the nature of your slaves; I may make some slight excursions into the enemy’s country for forage, or so, but I ever return to my head quarters.