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 Noble Master. _Lygr_. I thank his Grace and kiss his hand. _Mar_. But is the main of all your business ended in this? _Lyg_. I have another, but a worse, I am asham'd, it is a business. _Mar_. You serve a worthy person, and a stranger I am sure you are; you may imploy me if you please without your purse, such Offices should ever be their own rewards. _Lyg_. I am bound to your Nobleness. _Mar_. I may have need of you, and then this courtesie, If it be any, is not ill bestowed; But may I civilly desire the rest? I shall not be a hurter if no helper. _Lyg_. Sir you shall know I have lost a foolish Daughter, And with her all my patience, pilfer'd away By a mean Captain of your Kings. _Mar_. Stay there Sir: If he have reacht the Noble worth of Captain, He may well claim a worthy Gentlewoman, Though she were yours, and Noble. _Lyg_. I grant all that too: but this wretched fellow Reaches no further than the empty name That serves to feed him; were he valiant, Or had but in him any noble nature That might hereafter promise him a good man, My cares were so much lighter, and my grave A span yet from me. _Mar_.