Arb.
No, yet I will be farre more mercifull
Then thou wert to me; thou didst steale into me,
And never gavest me warning: so much time
As I give thee now, had prevented thee
For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sinnes,
If thou hast hope, that there is yet a prayer
To save thee, turne, and speake it to your selfe.
Gob.
Sir, you shall know your sinnes before you doe um
If you kill me.
Arb.
I will not stay then.
Gob.
Know you kill your Father.
Arb.
How?