Where?

Gob.

  There.

Arb.

  There, where?

Mar.

  S’light, there, are you blind?

Arb.

  Which do you mean, that little one?

Gob.

  No Sir.

Arb.

  No Sir? why, do you mock me?  I can see
  No other here, but that petitioning Lady.

Gob.

  That’s she.

Arb.

  Away.

Gob.

  Sir, it is she.

Arb.

  ’Tis false.

Gob.

  Is it?

Arb.

  As hell, by Heaven, as false as hell,
  My Sister:  is she dead? if it be so,
  Speak boldly to me; for I am a man,
  And dare not quarrel with Divinity;
  And do not think to cozen me with this: 
  I see you all are mute and stand amaz’d,
  Fearful to answer me; it is too true,
  A decreed instant cuts off ev’ry life,
  For which to mourn, is to repine; she dy’d
  A Virgin, though more innocent than sheep,
  As clear as her own eyes, and blessedness
  Eternal waits upon her where she is: 
  I know she could not make a wish to change
  Her state for new, and you shall see me bear
  My crosses like a man; we all must die,
  And she hath taught us how.

Gob.

  Do not mistake,
  And vex your self for nothing; for her death
  Is a long life off, I hope:  ’Tis she,
  And if my speech deserve not faith, lay death
  Upon me, and my latest words shall force
  A credit from you.

Arb.

  Which, good Gobrias? that Lady dost thou mean?

Gob.

  That Lady Sir,
  She is your Sister, and she is your Sister
  That loves you so, ’tis she for whom I weep,
  To see you use her thus.

Arb.

  It cannot be.

Tigr.

  Pish, this is tedious,
  I cannot hold, I must present my self,
  And yet the sight of my Spaconia
  Touches me, as a sudden thunder-clap
  Does one that is about to sin.

Arb.

  Away,
  No more of this; here I pronounce him Traytor,
  The direct plotter of my death, that names
  Or thinks her for my Sister, ’tis a lie,
  The most malicious of the world, invented
  To mad your King; he that will say so next,
  Let him draw out his sword and sheath it here,
  It is a sin fully as pardonable: 
  She is no kin to me, nor shall she be;
  If she were ever, I create her none: 
  And which of you can question this?  My power
  Is like the Sea, that is to be obey’d,
  And not disputed with:  I have decreed her
  As far from having part of blood with me,
  As the nak’d indians; come and answer me,
  He that is boldest now; is that my Sister?