Pray be more patient, I may bring comfort to you.
Arb.
I will kneele,
And heare with the obedience of a childe;
Good Father speake, I doe acknowledge you,
So you bring comfort.
Gob.
First know our last King your supposed Father
Was olde and feeble when he marryed her,
And almost all the Land as shee past hope
Of issue from him.
Arb.
Therefore shee tooke leave
To play the whoore, because the King was old:
Is this the comfort?
Ara.
What will you find out
To give me satisfaction, when you find
How you have injur'd me: let fire consume mee,
If ever I were whore.
Gob.