Kings and rulers -- Drama; Political plays; Tragicomedy
Then art thou all that ever was known bad, now is the cause of
all my strange mis-fortunes come to light: what reverence
expectest thou from a child, 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: then wicked Mother of my sins, and me,
show me the way to the inheritance I have by thee: which is a
spacious world of impious acts, that I may soon possess it:
plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such diseases, as use to
pay lust, recompence thy deed.
_Gob_.
You do not know why you curse thus.
_Arb_.
Too well; you are a pair of Vipers; and behold the Serpent you
have got; there is no beast but if he knew it, has a pedigree as
brave as mine, for they have more descents, and I am every way as
beastly got, as far without the compass of Law as they.
_Ara_.
You spend your rage and words in vain, and rail upon a guess;
hear us a little.
_Arb_.
No, I will never hear, but talk away my breath, and die.
_Gob_.
Why, but you are no Bastard.
_Arb_.
How's that?
_Ara_.
Nor child of mine.
_Arb_.
Still you go on in wonders to me.
_Gob_.
Pray you be more patient, I may bring comfort to you.
_Arb_.
I will kneel, and hear with the obedience of a child; good Father
speak, I do acknowledge you, so you bring comfort.
_Gob_.
First know, our last King, your supposed Father was old and
feeble when he married her, and almost all the Land thought she
was past hope of issue from him.
_Arb_.
Therefore she took leave to play the whore, because the King was
old: is this the comfort?
_Ara_.
What will you find out to give me satisfaction, when you find how
you have injur'd me? let fire consume me, if ever I were a whore.
_Gob_.
For-bear these starts, or I will leave you wedded to despair, as
you are now: if you can find a temper, my breath shall be a
pleasant western wind that cools and blasts not.
_Arb_.
Bring it out good Father. I'le lie, and listen here as reverently
as to an Angel: if I breath too loud, tell me; for I would be as
still as night.
_Gob_.
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