? though I know it for a lie
Made out of feare to save thy stained life:
The verie reverence of the word comes crosse me,
And ties mine arme downe.

_Gob_.

I will tell you that shall heighten you againe, I am thy
Father, I charge thee heare me.

_Arb_.

If it should be so,
As tis most false, and that I should be found
A bastard issue, the dispised fruite
Of lawlesse lust, I should no more admire
All my wilde passions: but another truth
Shall be wrung from thee: If I could come by
The spirit of paine, it should be powr'd on thee,
Till thou allowest thy selfe more full of lies
Then he that teaches thee.

_Enter Arane_.

_Arane_.

Turne thee about,
I come to speake to thee thou wicked man,
Heare me thou Tyrant.

_Arb_.

I will turne to thee,
Heare me thou Strumpet: I have blotted out
The name of mother, as thou hast thy shame.

_Ara_.

My shame, thou hast lesse shame then anything:
Why dost thou keepe my daughter in a prison?
Why dost thou call her Sister, and doe this?

_Arb_.

Cease thou strange impudence, and answere quickly,
If thou contemn'st me, this will aske an answere,
And have it.

_Ara_.

Helpe me gentle _Gobrius_.

_Arb_.

Guilt dare not helpe guilt, though they grow together
In doing ill, yet at the punishment
They sever, and each flies the noyse of other,
Thinke not of helpe, answere.

_Ara_.

I will, to what?

_Arb_.

To such a thing as if it be a truth,
Thinke what a creature thou hast made thy selfe,
That didst not shame to doe, what I must blush
Onely to aske thee: tell me who I am,
Whose sonne I am, without all circumstance;
Be thou as hastie, as my Sword will be
If thou refusest.

_Ara_.

Why you are his sonne.

_Arb_.

His sonne?
Sweare, sweare, thou worse then woman damn'd.

_Ara_.

By all thats good you are.

_Arb_.

Then art thou all that ever was knowne bad. Now is
The cause of all my strange misfortunes come to light:
What reverence expects thou from a childe
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:
Thou wicked mother of my sinnes, and me,
Shew me the way to the inheritance
I have by thee: which is a spacious world
Of impious acts, that I may soone possesse it:
Plagues rott thee, as th