_Enter _Cælia_, _Pedro_, and _Flora_._

_Cæl._ Oh, thou Old doting Fool! what, still remain here!
What punishment is proper for thy Age? As for you,
Sirrah, I believe my Lord will find a way quickly to
Send you packing.

_Jasp._ It may be so, but 'tis without a cause.

_Cæl._ Impudent Villain! how I do hate thy sight.
Follow you me.
[To Nurse.]

[Ex. _Cæl._ _Nurse_, & _Flora_.

_Ped._ What, i'th' dumps, Seignior! all a mort for your
Mistress, faith man, take it not so to heart, there are others
I'th' World as Young, though few may be as handsome.

_Jasp._ Ay, Sir, 'tis to be suppos'd; you can boast it by Experience,
There are Young Ladies for spruce _Pedro's_--_Jasper_--
Must be content with their Nurses.

_Ped._ Content, say you? I, Marry, if she content you not, the
Devil can't; why, she's a Dish of variety, like a huge
_Olio_; there's all Ages of Women in her. Thou art
The happiest man in a Mistress, _Jasper_--faith, I envy thee.

_Jasp._ 'Tis very well.