O you wrong me more in this,
Than in your rage you did: you mock me now.
Arb.
Never forgive me then, which is the worst
Can happen to me.
Pan.
If you be in earnest,
Stand up and give me but a gentle look,
And two kind words, and I shall be in heaven.
Arb.
Rise you then to hear; I acknowledge thee
My hope, the only jewel of my life,
The best of Sisters, dearer than my breath,
A happiness as high as I could think;
And when my actions call thee otherwise,
Perdition light upon me.
Pan.
This is better
Than if you had not frown'd, it comes to me,
Like mercie at the block, and when I leave
To serve you with my life, your curse be with me.
Arb.