ess
As killing as the plague, ready to seize thee.

_Pan_.

Far be it from me to revile the King:
But it is true, that I shall rather choose
To search out death, that else would search out me,
And in a grave sleep with my innocence,
Than welcome such a sin: It is my fate,
To these cross accidents I was ordain'd,
And must have patience; and but that my eyes
Have more of woman in 'em than my heart,
I would not weep: Peace enter you again.

_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 ev