It is, by all the Laws of Men and Heaven.
Silv. Sister, so ’tis that we should do no Murder,
And yet you daily kill, and I, among the number
[Of your Victims], must charge you with the sin
Of killing me, a Lover, and a Brother.
Cleo. What wou’d you have me do?
Silv. Why—I would have thee—do—I know not what—
Still to be with me—yet that will not satisfy;
To let me look—upon thee—still that’s not enough.
I dare not say to kiss thee, and imbrace thee;