arge respect from everie man.
And saw her power increase, and was resolv'd,
Since shee believ'd shee could not have't indeede;
At least shee would be thought to have a child.

_Arb_.

Doe I not heare it well: nay, I will make
No noise at all; but pray you to the point,
Quicke as you can.

_Gob_.

Now when the time was full,
Shee should be brought abed; I had a sonne
Borne, which was you: This the Queene hearing of,
Mov'd me to let her have you, and such reasons
Shee shewed me, as shee knew would tie
My secresie: shee sware you should be King;
And to be short, I did deliver you
Unto her, and pretended you were dead;
And in mine owne house kept a Funerall,
And had an emptie coffin put in earth:
That night the Queene fain'd hastilie to labour,
And by a paire of women of her owne,
Which shee had charm'd, shee made the world believe
Shee was deliver'd of you: you grew up
As the Kings sonne, till you were six yeere olde;
Then did the King die, and did leave to me
Protection of the Realme; and contrarie
To his owne expectation, left this Queene
Truly with Childe indeed of the faire Princesse
_Panthea_: Then shee could have torne her heire,
And did alone to me yet durst not speake
In publike; for shee knew shee should be found
A Traytor, and her talke would have beene thought
Madnesse or any thing rather then truth:
This was the onely cause why shee did seeke
To poyson you, and I to keepe you safe:
And this the reason why I sought to kindle
Some sparke of love in you to faire _Panthea_,
That shee might get part of her right agen.

_Arb_.

And have you made an end now, is this all?
If not, I will be still till I am aged,
Till all my heires are silver.

_Gob_.

This is all.

_Arb_.

And is it true say you Maddam?

_Ara_.

Yes, God knowes it is most true.

_Arb_.

_Panthea_ then is not my Sister.

_Gob_.

No.

_Arb_.

But can you prove this?

[_Gob_.]

If you will give consent: else who dare goe about it.

_Arb_.

Give consent?
Why I will have them all that know it rackt
To get this from um: All that waites without
Come in, what ere you be come in, and be
Partakers of my Joy: O you are welcome.

_Ent. Mar: Bessus, and others_.

_Mardonius_ the best newes, nay, draw no neerer
They all shall heare it: I am found no King.

_Mar_.

Is that so good newes?

_Art_.