Adri. Now he retires.[343]
Re-enter Boutcher [below].
Bout. O you much partial gods!
Why gave you men affections, and not[344] power
To govern them? what I by fate should shun,
I most affect—a widow, a widow.
Taf. Blows the wind there?
Adri. Ha, ha! he's in, i' faith:
Y' have drawn him now within your purlieus, mistress.
Bout. Tut, I will not love! my rational
And better parts shall conquer blind affections:
Let passion children or weak women sway.
My love shall to my judgment still obey. [Exit.
Taf. What does he now?
Adri. He's gone.
Adri. He went his way, and never look'd behind him.