Let me for ever lose when any Act
Of mine, shall justly make a forfeit of it.

_Enter _Flora_._

_Flor._ My Lord, here's _Don Gerardo_ come to see you.

_Anto._ Admit him in.

[Exit _Flora_.

_Cæl._ I will retire, my Lord.

_Anto._ You need not, _Cælia_.
[Enter _Gerardo_.
Welcome, _Gerardo_, this is like a Friend,
That name should know no Ceremonious Laws,
Let them make formal Visits that maintain,
As formal Friendships; ours is try'd and true.

_Gerar._ This, as I take it, was your Wedding-day,
At which (your pardon, Madam, for a truth.)
I was a Jealous waiter; your great worth
Made me to fear I then had lost a Friend,
And in that room should an acquaintance find.

_Cæl._ But now, my Lord, you see how you mistook,
I was a Rival to his Mistresses,
But to his Friends, one to increase their number.