Enter Arbaces at one door, and Gob. and Panthea at another.
Gob.
Sir, here's the Princess.
Arb.
Leave us then alone,
For the main cause of her imprisonment
Must not be heard by any but her self.
[Exit Gob.
You're welcome Sister, and would to heaven
I could so bid you by another name:
If you above love not such sins as these,
Circle my heart with thoughts as cold as snow
To quench these rising flames that harbour here.
[P]an.
Sir, does it please you I should speak?
Arb.