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_Arb_.
I have liv'd To conquer men and now am overthrown Only by words Brother and Sister: where Have those words dwelling? I will find 'em out, And utterly destroy 'em; but they are Not to be grasp'd: let 'em be men or beasts, And I will cut 'em from the Earth, or Towns, And I will raze 'em, and the[n] blow 'em up: Let 'em be Seas, and I will drink 'em off, And yet have unquencht fire left in my breast: Let 'em be any thing but meerly voice.
_Pan_.
But 'tis not in the power of any force, Or policy to conquer them.
_Arb_.
_Panthea_, What shall we do?
Shall we stand firmly here, and gaze our eyes out?
_Pan_.
Would I could do so, But I shall weep out mine.
_Arb_.
Accursed man, Thou bought'st thy reason at too dear a rate, For thou hast all thy actions bounded in With curious rules, when every beast is free: What is there that acknowledges a kindred But wretched man? Who ever saw the Bull Fearfully leave the Heifer that he lik'd Because they had one Dam?
_Pan_.
Sir, I disturb you and my self too; 'Twere better I were gone.
_Arb_.
I will not be so foolish as I was, Stay, we will love just as becomes our births, No otherwise: Brothers and Sisters may Walk hand in hand together; so will we, Come nearer: is there any hurt in this?
_Pan_.
I hope not.
_Arb_.
Faith there is none at all: And tell me truly now, is there not one You love above me?
_Pan_.
No by Heaven.
_Arb_.
Why yet you sent unto _Tigranes_, Sister.
_Pan_.
True, but for another: for the truth--
_Arb_.
No more, I'le credit thee, thou canst not lie, Thou art all truth.
_Pan_.
But is there nothing else, That we may do, but only walk? methinks Brothers and Sisters lawfully may kiss.
_Arb_.
And so they may _Panthea_, so will we, And kiss again too; we were too scrupulous, And foolish, but we will be so no more.
_Pan_.
If you have any mercy, let me go To prison, to my death, to any thing: I feel a sin growing upon my blood, Worse than all these, hotter than yours.
_Arb_.
That is impossible, what shou'd we do?
_Pan_.
Flie Sir, for Heavens sake.
_Arb_.
So we must away, Sin grows upon us more by this delay.
[_Exeunt several wayes_.
_Actus Quintus_.
_Enter_ Mardonius _And_ Lygones.
_Mar_.
Sir, the King has seen your Commission, and believes it, and freely by this warrant gives you power to visit Prince Tigranes, your n.o.ble Master.
_Lygr_.
I thank his Grace and kiss his hand.
_Mar_.
But is the main of all your business ended in this?
