Ramia. That falls in sunder of itself.
Cupid. It was made of a man's thought, which will never hang together.
Larissa. You have undone that well.
Cupid. Aye, because it was never tied well.
Telusa. To the rest; for she will give you no rest. These two knots are finely untied!
Cupid. It was because I never tied them. The one was knit by Pluto, not Cupid, by money, not love; the other by force, not faith, by appointment, not affection.
Ramia. Why do you lay that knot aside?
Cupid. For death.
Telusa. Why?
Cupid. Because the knot was knit by faith, and must only be unknit of death.