_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_.