Pan.
My prayer is heard, now will I open mine.
Gob.
Bacurius, I must ease you of your charge:
Madam, the wonted mercy of the King,
That overtakes your faults, has met with this,
And struck it out, he has forgiven you freely,
Your own will is your law, be where you please.
Ara.
I thank him.
Gob.
You will be ready to wait upon his Majesty to morrow?
Ara.
I will.