Lor. If 'tis my sister, why all this pain in bringing forth the secret?
Cam. Alas! it is your——
Lor. Speak!
Cam. I cannot yet; farewel.
Lor. Hold! Pray speak it now.
Cam. I must not: but when you tell me your secret, you shall know mine.
Lor. Mine is not in my power, without the consent of another.
Cam. Get that consent, and then we'll try who best will keep their oaths.
Lor. I am content.