Look hard but give no thanks.
I found my girl descending on the road
Of breakneck coquetry, and barred her way.
Either she leaps the bar, or she must back.
That means she marries you, or says good-bye.
(Going again.)

ARDEN:
Now she's among them. (Looking at window.)

HOMEWARE:
Now she sees her mind.

ARDEN:
It is my destiny she now decides!

HOMEWARE:
There's now suspense on earth and round the spheres.

ARDEN:
She's mine now: mine! or I am doomed to go.

HOMEWARE:
The marriage ring, or the portmanteau now!

ARDEN:
Laugh as you like, air! I am not ashamed
To love and own it.

HOMEWARE: