Arb.
Cease thy strange impudence, and answer quickly if thou contemnest me, this will ask an answer, and have it.
Ara.
Help me Gentle Gobrias.
Arb.
Guilt [dare] not help guilt though they grow together in doing ill, yet at the [punishment] they sever, and each flies the noise of other, think not of help, answer.
Ara.
I will, to what?
Arb.
To such a thing, as if it be a truth think what a creature thou hast made thy self, that didst not shame to do, what I must blush only to ask thee: tell me who I am, whose son I am without all circumstance, be thou as hasty as my Sword will be if thou refusest.