_Arb_.

Why doe I curse thee, if there be a man
Subtill in curses, that exceedes the rest,
His worst wish on thee. Thou hast broke my hart.

_Gob_.

How Sir? Have I preserv'd you from a childe,
From all the arrowes, malice or ambition
Could shoot at you, and have I this for pay?

_Arb_.

Tis true thou didst preserve me, and in that
Wert crueller then hardned murderers
Of infants and their mothers; thou didst save me
Onely till thou hadst studdied out a way
How to destroy me cunningly thy selfe:
This was a curious way of torturing.

_Gob_.

What doe you meane?

_Arb_.

Thou knowst the evils thou hast done to me,
Dost thou remember all those witching letters
Thou sentst unto me to _Armenia_,
Fild with the praise of my beloved Sister,
Where thou extolst her beautie; what had I
To doe with that, what could her beautie be
To me, and thou didst write how well shee lov'd me,
Doest thou remember this: so that I doated
Something before I saw her.

_Gob_.

This is true.

_Arb_.

Is it, and I when I was returnd thou knowst
Thou didst pursue it, till thou woundst mee into
Such a strange, and unbeleev'd affection,
As good men cannot thinke on.

_Gob_.

This I grant, I thinke I was the cause.

_Arb_.

Wert thou? Nay more, I thinke thou meantst it.

_Gob_.

Sir I hate a lie.
As I love God and honestie, I did:
It was my meaning.

_Arb_.

Be thine owne sad Judge,
A further condemnation will not need:
Prepare thy selfe to die.

_Gob_.

Why Sir to die?

_Arb_.

Why wouldst thou live, was ever yet offender
So impudent, that had a thought of mercy
After confession of a crime like this?
Get out I cannot, where thou hurlst me in,
But I can take revenge, that's all the sweetnesse
Left for me.

_Gob_.

Now is the time, heare me but speake.

_Arb_.

No, yet I will be farre more mercifull
Then thou wert to me; thou didst steale into me,
And never gavest me warning: so much time
As I give thee now, had prevented thee
For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sinnes,
If thou hast hope, that there is yet a prayer
To save thee, turne, and speake it to your selfe.

_Gob_.

Sir, you shall know your sinnes before you doe um
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