Arb.

  Farwell, and good Panthea pray for me,
  Thy prayers are pure, that I may find a death
  However soon before my passions grow
  That they forget what I desire is sin;
  For thither they are tending:  if that happen,
  Then I shall force thee tho’ thou wert a Virgin
  By vow to Heaven, and shall pull a heap
  Of strange yet uninvented sin upon me.

Pan.

  Sir, I will pray for you, yet you shall know
  It is a sullen fate that governs us,
  For I could wish as heartily as you
  I were no sister to you, I should then
  Imbrace your lawfull love, sooner than health.

Arb.

  Couldst thou affect me then?

Pan.

  So perfectly,
  That as it is, I ne’re shall sway my heart,
  To like another.

Arb.

  Then I curse my birth,
  Must this be added to my miseries
  That thou art willing too? is there no stop
  To our full happiness, but these meer sounds
  Brother and Sister?

Pan.

  There is nothing else,
  But these alas will separate us more
  Than twenty worlds betwixt us.

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?