Where?
Arb.
Why there: O the whole story would be a wilderness to lose thy self for ever: O pardon me dear Father for all the idle and unreverent words that I have spoke in idle moods to you: I am Arbaces, we all fellow-subjects, nor is the Queen Panthea now my Sister.
Bes.
Why if you remember fellow-subject Arbaces; I told you once she was not your sister: I, and she lookt nothing like you.
Arb.
I think you did, good Captain Bessus.
Bes.
Here will arise another question now amongst the Sword-men, whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he is proved no King.
Enter Lygones.