Sir, I disturb you and my self too;
'Twere better I were gone.
Arb.
I will not be so foolish as I was,
Stay, we will love just as becomes our births,
No otherwise: Brothers and Sisters may
Walk hand in hand together; so will we,
Come nearer: is there any hurt in this?
Pan.
I hope not.
Arb.
Faith there is none at all:
And tell me truly now, is there not one
You love above me?
Pan.
No by Heaven.
Arb.