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.