HOMEWARE:
But when we touched
The point of hand-pressings, 'twas rightly time
To think of wedding ties?
ASTRAEA:
Arden, adieu!
(She rushes into house.)
SCENE VIII
ARDEN, HOMEWARE
ARDEN:
Adieu! she said. With her that word is final.
HOMEWARE:
Strange! how young people blowing words like clouds
On winds, now fair, now foul, and as they please
Should still attach the Fates to them.
ARDEN:
She's wounded
Wounded to the quick!
HOMEWARE:
The quicker our success: for short
Of that, these dames, who feel for everything,
Feel nothing.
ARDEN:
Your intention has been kind,
Dear sir, but you have ruined me.
HOMEWARE:
Good-night. (Going.)
ARDEN:
Yet she said, we are lost, in her surprise.
HOMEWARE:
Good morning. (Returning.
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