That I have shewn this weakness.—Let me go,
Where I may blush alone;— [Going, and looking back on him.
But come not you,
Lest I should spoil you with excess of fondness,
And let you love again. [Exit Alcmena.
Jup. Forbidding me to follow, she invites me:—
This is the mould of which I made the sex:
I gave them but one tongue, to say us nay;
And two kind eyes to grant.—Be sure that none
Approach, to interrupt our privacy. [To Merc.