Con. With a hey-pass—with a repass.[367] [Aside.
Bout. Dearest of women!
The constant virtue of your nobler mind
Speaks in your looks: nor can you entertain
Both love and hate at once.
Taf. 'Tis all in vain.
Adri. You strive against the stream.
Con. Fee the waiting-maid, master! [Whispers.
Bout. Stand thou propitious; endear me to my love.
[Boutcher gives Adriana his purse secretly.
Adri. Dear mistress, turn to this gentleman;
I protest
I have some feeling of his constant love.
Cast him not away; try his love.
Taf. Why, sir,
With what audacious front can you entreat
To enjoy my love, which yet not two hours since
You scornfully refus'd?
Con. Well fare the waiting-maid. [Aside.