We will: but you are not found
So meane a man, but that you may be cover'd
As well as we, may you not?
Arb.
O not here,
You may, but not I, for here is my Father in presence.
Mar.
Where?
Arb.
Why there: O the whole storie
Would be a wildernesse to loose thy selfe
For ever; O pardon me deare Father,
For all the idle, and unreverent words
That I have spoke in idle moodes to you:
I am Arbaces, we all fellow subjects,
Nor is the Queene Panthea now my Sister.
Bes.
Why if you remember fellow subject Arbaces, I tolde you once she was not your sister, I say she look't nothing like you.
Arb.