1.

  Captain, thou art a valiant Gentleman,
  To bide upon, a very valiant man.

Bes.

  My equall friends o’th’Sword, I must request your hands to this.

2.

  ’Tis fit it should be.

Bes.

  Boy, get me some wine, and pen and Ink within: 
  Am I clear, Gentlemen?

1.

  Sir, the world has taken notice what we have done,
  Make much of your body, for I’ll pawn my steel,
  Men will be coyer of their legs hereafter.

Bes.

  I must request you goe along and testife to the Lord Bacurius,
  whose foot has struck me, how you find my cause.

2.

  We will, and tell that Lord he must be rul’d,
  Or there are those abroad, will rule his Lordship.

[Exeunt.

Enter Arbaces at one door, and Gob. and Panthea at another.

Gob.

  Sir, here’s the Princess.

Arb.

  Leave us then alone,
  For the main cause of her imprisonment
  Must not be heard by any but her self.

[Exit Gob.

  You’re welcome Sister, and would to heaven
  I could so bid you by another name: 
  If you above love not such sins as these,
  Circle my heart with thoughts as cold as snow
  To quench these rising flames that harbour here.

_ [P]an_.

  Sir, does it please you I should speak?

Arb.

  Please me? 
  I, more than all the art of musick can,
  Thy speech doth please me, for it ever sounds,
  As thou brought’st joyfull unexpected news;
  And yet it is not fit thou shouldst be heard. 
  I pray thee think so.

Pan.

   Be it so, I will. 
  Am I the first that ever had a wrong
  So far from being fit to have redress,
  That ’twas unfit to hear it?  I will back
  To prison, rather than disquiet you,
  And wait till it be fit.

Arb.

  No, do not goe;
  For I will hear thee with a serious thought: 
  I have collected all that’s man about me
  Together strongly, and I am resolv’d
  To hear thee largely, but I do beseech thee,
  Do not come nearer to me, for there is
  Something in that, that will undoe us both.

Pan.

  Alas Sir, am I venome?

Arb.

  Yes, to me;
  Though of thy self I think thee to be
  In equall degree of heat or cold,
  As nature can make:  yet as unsound men
  Convert the sweetest and the nourishing’st meats
  Into diseases; so shall I distemper’d,
  Do thee, I pray thee draw no nearer to me.

Pan.

  Sir, this is that I would:  I am of late
  Shut from the world, and why it should be thus,
  Is all I wish to know.