Spa.

  Sir I shall feel no want of that.

Bes.

  Lady, you must hast, I have received new letters from the King
  that require more hast than I expected, he will follow me
  suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already.

Tigr.

  He shall not do so long.

Bes.

  Sweet Lady, shall I call you my Charge hereafter?

Spa.

  I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call
  me what you please.

Actus Secundus.

Enter Gobrias, Bacurius, Arane, Panthe, and Mandane, _ Waiting-women with Attendants_.

Gob.

  My Lord Bacurius, you must have regard unto the Queen, she is
  your prisoner, ’tis at your peril if she make escape.

Bac.

  My Lord, I know’t, she is my prisoner from you committed; yet she
  is a woman, and so I keep her safe, you will not urge me to keep
  her close, I shall not shame to say I sorrow for her.

Gob.

So do I my Lord; I sorrow for her, that so little grace doth govern her:  that she should stretch her arm against her King, so little womanhood and natural goodness, as to think the death of her own Son.

_ Ara_.

  Thou knowst the reason why, dissembling as thou art, and wilt not
  speak.

Gob.

  There is a Lady takes not after you,
  Her Father is within her, that good man
  Whose tears weigh’d down his sins, mark how she weeps,
  How well it does become her, and if you
  Can find no disposition in your self
  To sorrow, yet by gracefulness in her
  Find out the way, and by your reason weep: 
  All this she does for you, and more she needs
  When for your self you will not lose a tear,
  Think how this want of grief discredits you,
  And you will weep, because you cannot weep.

Ara.

  You talk to me as having got a time fit for your purpose; but you
  should be urg’d know I know you speak not what you think.

Pan.

  I would my heart were Stone, before my softness
  Against my mother, a more troubled thought
  No Virgin bears about; should I excuse
  My Mothers fault, I should set light a life
  In losing which, a brother and a King
  Were taken from me, if I seek to save
  That life so lov’d, I lose another life
  That gave me being, I shall lose a Mother,
  A word of such a sound in a childs ears
  That it strikes reverence through it; may the will
  Of heaven be done, and if one needs must fall,
  Take a poor Virgins life to answer all.

_ Ara_.

  But Gobrias let us talk, you know this fault
  Is not in me as in another Mother.

Gob.