Arden: 
                              Forgive me.

Astraea: 
               I might reply, Respect me.  If I loved,
               If I could be so faithless as to love,
               Think you I would not rather noise abroad
               My shame for penitence than let friends dwell
               Deluded by an image of one vowed
               To superhuman, who the common mock
               Of things too human has at heart become.

Arden: 
               You would declare your love?

Astraea: 
                              I said, my shame. 
               The woman that’s the widow is ensnared,
               Caught in the toils! away with widows!—­Oh! 
               I hear men shouting it.

Arden: 
               But shame there’s none
               For me in loving:  therefore I may take
               Your friends to witness? tell them that my pride
               Is in the love of you?

Astraea: 
                              ’Twill soon bring
               The silence that should be between us two,
               And sooner give me peace.

Arden: 
               And you consent?

Astraea: 
               For the sake of peace and silence I consent,
               You should be warned that you will cruelly
               Disturb them.  But ’tis best.  You should be warned
               Your pleading will be hopeless.  But ’tis best. 
               You have my full consent.  Weigh well your acts,
               You cannot rest where you have cast this bolt
               Lay that to heart, and you are cherished, prized,
               Among them:  they are estimable ladies,
               Warmest of friends; though you may think they soar
               Too loftily for your measure of strict sense
               (And as my uncle Homeware’s pupil, sir,
               In worldliness, you do), just minds they have: 
               Once know them, and your banishment will fret. 
               I would not run such risks.  You will offend,
               Go near to outrage them; and perturbate
               As they have not deserved of you.  But I,
               Considering I am nothing in the scales
               You balance, quite and of necessity
               Consent.  When you have weighed it, let me hear. 
               My uncle Homeware steps this way in haste. 
               We have been talking long, and in full view !

SceneVII

Astraea, Arden, Homeware

Homeware: 
               Astraea, child!  You, Arden, stand aside. 
               Ay, if she were a maid you might speak first,
               But being a widow she must find her tongue. 
               Astraea, they await you.  State the fact
               As soon as you are questioned, fearlessly. 
               Open the battle with artillery.