A King, and No King Part 18

_ Ara_.

I came Only to shew my duty, and acknowledge My sorrows for my sins; longer to stay Were but to draw eyes more attentively Upon my shame, that power that kept you safe From me, preserve you still.

_Arb_.

Your own desires shall be your guide.

[_Exit_ Arane.

_Pan_.

Now let me die, since I have seen my Lord the King Return in safetie, I have seen all good that life Can shew me; I have ne're another wish For Heaven to grant, nor were it fit I should; For I am bound to spend my age to come, In giving thanks that this was granted me.

_Gob_.

Why does not your Majesty speak?

_Arb_.

To whom?

_Gob_.

To the Princess.

_Pan_.

Alas Sir, I am fearful, you do look On me, as if I were some loathed thing That you were finding out a way to shun.

_Gob_.

Sir, you should speak to her.

_Arb_.

Ha?

_Pan_.

I know I am unworthy, yet not ill arm'd, with which innocence here I will kneel, till I am one with earth, but I will gain some words and kindness from you.

_Tigr_.

Will you speak Sir?

_Arb_.

Speak, am I what I was?

What art thou that dost creep into my breast, And dar'st not see my face? shew forth thy self: I feel a pair of fiery wings displai'd Hither, from hence; you shall not tarry there, Up, and be gone, if thou beest Love be gone: Or I will tear thee from my wounded breast, Pull thy lov'd Down away, and with thy Quill By this right arm drawn from thy wonted wing, Write to thy laughing Mother i'thy bloud, That you are powers bely'd, and all your darts Are to be blown away, by men resolv'd, Like dust; I know thou fear'st my words, away.

_Tigr_.

O misery! why should he be so slow?

There can no falshood come of loving her; Though I have given my faith; she is a thing Both to be lov'd and serv'd beyond my faith: I would he would present me to her quickly.

_Pan_.

Will you not speak at all? are you so far From kind words? yet to save my modesty, That must talk till you answer, do not stand As you were dumb, say something, though it be Poyson'd with anger, that it may strike me dead.

_Mar_.

Have you no life at all? for man-hood sake Let her not kneel, and talk neglected thus; A tree would find a tongue to answer her, Did she but give it such a lov'd respect.

_Arb_.

You mean this Lady: lift her from the earth; why do you let her kneel so long? Alas, Madam, your beauty uses to command, and not to beg. What is your sute to me? it shall be granted, yet the time is short, and my affairs are great: but where's my Sister? I bade she should be brought.

_Mar_.

What, is he mad?

_Arb.

Gobrias,_ where is she?

_Gob_.

Sir.

_Arb_.

Where is she man?

_Gob._

Who, Sir?

_Arb_.

Who, hast thou forgot my Sister?

_Gob_.

Your Sister, Sir?

_Arb_.

Your Sister, Sir? some one that hath a wit, answer, where is she?