Enter Gobrias.
Gob.
There is the King, now it is ripe.
Arb.
Draw near thou guilty man, that art the authour of the loathedst crime five ages have brought forth, and hear me speak; curses more incurable, and all the evils mans body or his Spirit can receive be with thee.
Gob.
Why Sir do you curse me thus?
Arb.
Why do I curse thee? if there be a man subtil in curses, that exceeds the rest, his worst wish on thee, thou hast broke my heart.
Gob.