But you will learn you have judged erroneously.
I am not the frail creature you conceive.
Between your vision of life's aim, and theirs
Who presently will question me, I cling
To theirs as light: and yours I deem a den
Where souls can have no growth.

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