ow your sins before you do'em, if you kill me.

_Arb_.

I will not stay then.

_Gob_.

Know you kill your Father.

_Arb_.

How?

_Gob_.

You kill your Father.

_Arb_.

My Father? though I know't for a lie, made out of fear to save
thy stained life; the very reverence of the word comes cross me,
and ties mine arm down.

_Gob_.

I will tell you that shall heighten you again, I am thy Father, I
charge thee hear me.

_Arb_.

If it should be so, as 'tis most false, and that I should be
found a Bastard issue, the despised fruit of lawless lust, I
should no more admire all my wild passions: but another truth
shall be wrung from thee: if I could come by the Spirit of pain,
it should be poured on thee, till thou allow'st thy self more
full of lies than he that teaches thee.

_Enter_ Arane.

_Ara_.

Turn thee about, I come to speak to thee thou wicked man, hear me
thou tyrant.

_Arb_.

I will turn to thee, hear me thou Strumpet; I have blotted out
the name of Mother, as thou hast thy shame.

_Ara_.

My shame! thou hast less shame than any thing; why dost thou keep
my Daughter in a prison? why dost thou call her Sister, and do
this?

_Arb_.

Cease thy strange impudence, and answer quickly if thou
contemnest me, this will ask an answer, and have it.

_Ara_.

Help me Gentle _Gobrias_.

_Arb_.

Guilt [dare] not help guilt though they grow together in doing
ill, yet at the [punishment] they sever, and each flies the noise
of other, think not of help, answer.

_Ara_.

I will, to what?

_Arb_.

To such a thing, as if it be a truth think what a creature thou
hast made thy self, that didst not shame to do, what I must blush
only to ask thee: tell me who I am, whose son I am without all
circumstance, be thou as hasty as my Sword will be if thou
refusest.

_Ara_.

Why, you are his son.

_Arb_.

His Son? swear, swear, thou worse than woman damn'd.

_Ara_.

By all that's good you are.

_Arb_.

Then art thou all that ever was known bad, now is the cause of
all my strange mis-fortunes come to light: what reverence
expectest thou from a child, to bring forth which thou hast
offended heaven, thy husband, and the Land? adulterous witch, I
know now why thou wouldst have poyson'd me, I was thy lust which
thou wouldst have forgot: then wicked Mother of my sins, and me,
show me the way to the inhe