_Arb_.
And who is this?
_Tigr_.
She is your Sister.
_Arb_.
She is so.
_Mar_.
Is she so again? that's well.
_Arb_.
And then how dare you offer to change words with her?
_Tigr_.
Dare do it! Why? you brought me hither Sir,
To that intent.
_Arb_.
Perhaps I told you so,
If I had sworn it, had you so much folly
To credit it? The least word that she speaks
Is worth a life; rule your disordered tongue,
Or I will temper it.
_Spa_.
Blest be the breath.
_Tigr_.
Temper my tongue! such incivilities
As these, no barbarous people ever knew:
You break the lawes of Nature, and of Nations,
You talk to me as if I were a prisoner
For theft: my tongue be temper'd? I must speak
If thunder check me, and I will.
_Arb_.
You will?
_Spa_.
Alas my fortune.
_Tigr_.
Do not fear his frown, dear Madam, hear me.
_Arb_.
Fear not my frown? but that 'twere base in me
To fight with one I know I can o'recome,
Again thou shouldst be conquer'd by me.
_Mar_.
He has one ransome with him already; me-thinks
'T were good to fight double, or quit.
_Arb_.
Away with him to prison: Now Sir, see
If my frown be regardless; Why delay you?
Seise him _Bacurius_, you shall know my word
Sweeps like a wind, and all it grapples with,
Are as the chaffe before it.
_Tigr_.
Touch me not.
_Arb_.
Help there.
_Tigr_.
Away.
_1 Gent_.
It is in vain to struggle.
_2 Gent_.
You must be forc'd.
_Bac_.
Sir, you must pardon us, we must obey.
_Arb_.
Why do you dally there? drag him away
By any thing.
_Bac_.
Come Sir.
_Tigr_.
Justice, thou ought'st to give me strength enough
To shake all these off; This is tyrannie,
_Arbaces_, sutler than the burning Bulls,
Or that fam'd _Titans_ bed. Thou mightst as well
Search i'th' deep of Winter through the snow
For half starv'd people, to bring home with thee,
To shew 'em fire, and send 'em back again,
As use me thus.
_Arb_.
Let him be close, _Bacurius_.
[_Exeunt_ Tigr. _And_ Bac.
_Spa_.
I ne're rejoyc'd at any ill to him,
But this imprisonment: what shall become
Of me forsaken?
_Gob_.
You will not let your Sister
Depart thus discontented from you, Sir?
_Arb_.
By no means _Gobrias_, I have done her wrong,
And made my self believe much of my self,
That is not in me: You did kneel to me,
Whilest I stood stubborn and regardless by,
And like a god incensed, gave no ear
To all your prayers: behold, I kneel to you,
Shew a contempt as large as was my own,
And I will suffer it, yet at the last forgive me.
_Pan_.
O you wrong me more in this,
Than in your rage you did: you mock me now.
_Arb_.
Never forgive me then, which is the worst
Can happen to me.
_Pan_.
If you be in earnest,
Stand up and give me but a gentle look,
And two kind words, and I shall be in heaven.
_Arb_.
Rise you then to hear; I acknowledge thee
My hope, the only jewel of my life,
The best of Sisters, dearer than my breath,
A happiness as high as I could think;
And when my actions call thee otherwise,
Perdition light upon me.
_Pan_.
This is better
Than if you had not frown'd, it comes to me,
Like mercie at the block, and when I leave
To serve you with my life, your curse be with me.
_Arb_.
Then thus I do salute thee, and again,
To make this knot the stronger, Paradise
Is there: It may be you are yet in doubt,
This third kiss blots it out, I wade in sin,
And foolishly intice my self along;
Take her away, see her a prisoner
In her own chamber closely, _Gobrias_.
_Pan_.
Alas Sir, why?
_Arb_.