If there were no such instruments as thou,
We Kings could never act such wicked deeds:
Seek out a man that mocks Divinity,
That breaks each precept both of God and man,
And natures too, and does it without lust,
Meerly because it is a law, and good,
And live with him: for him thou canst not spoil.
Away I say, I will not do this sin.
[Exit Bessus.
I'le press it here, till it do break my breast,
It heaves to get out, but thou art a sin,
And spight of torture I will keep thee in.
ACTUS QUARTUS.
Enter Gobrias, Panthea, and Spaconia.
Gob.
Have you written Madam?
Pan.
Yes, good Gobrias.
Gob.