Why yet you sent unto Tigranes, Sister.
Pan.
True, but for another: for the truth—
Arb.
No more,
I'le credit thee, thou canst not lie,
Thou art all truth.
Pan.
But is there nothing else,
That we may do, but only walk? methinks
Brothers and Sisters lawfully may kiss.
Arb.
And so they may Panthea, so will we,
And kiss again too; we were too scrupulous,
And foolish, but we will be so no more.
Pan.