Phil. Yes Sister,
Though this be no small error, a far greater.
Theo. And think me still your Sister?
Phil. My dear Sister.
Theo. And will you counsel me?
Phil. To your own peace too:
Ye shall love still.
Theo. How good ye are!
Phil. My business,
And duty to my Father: which now drew me
From Salamanca I will lay aside
And only be your Agent to perswade ye
To leave both love, and him, and well retire ye.
Theo. Oh gentle Brother.
Phil. I perceive 'tis folly:
Delaies in love, more dangerous.
Theo. Noble Brother.