Spa.
I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please.
Actus Secundus.
Enter Gobrias, Bacurius, Arane, Panthe, and Mandane, Waiting-women with Attendants.
Gob.
My Lord Bacurius, you must have regard unto the Queen, she is your prisoner, 'tis at your peril if she make escape.
Bac.
My Lord, I know't, she is my prisoner from you committed; yet she is a woman, and so I keep her safe, you will not urge me to keep her close, I shall not shame to say I sorrow for her.
Gob.
So do I my Lord; I sorrow for her, that so little grace doth govern her: that she should stretch her arm against her King, so little womanhood and natural goodness, as to think the death of her own Son.