Tigr. Oh, misery; why should he be so slow?

[Apart.


There can no falsehood come of loving her.
Though I have given my faith, she is a thing
Both to be loved and served beyond my faith.
I would, he would present me to her quickly.

Pan. Will you not speak at all? Are you so far
From kind words? Yet, to save my modesty,
That must talk till you answer, do not stand
As you were dumb; say something, though it be
Poison’d with anger that it may strike me dead.

Mar. Have you no life at all? For manhood sake,
Let her not kneel, and talk neglected thus.
A tree would find a tongue to answer her,
Did she but give it such a lov’d respect.

Arb. You mean this lady. Lift her from the earth:
Why do you let her kneel so long?—Alas!
Madam, your beauty uses to command,
And not to beg. What is your suit to me?
It shall be granted; yet the time is short,
And my affairs are great. But where’s my sister?
I bade, she should be brought.

Mar. What, is he mad?

Arb. Gobrias, where is she?

Gob. Sir!

Arb. Where is she, man?

Gob. Who, sir?

Arb. Who? hast thou forgot my sister?

Gob. Your sister, sir?

Arb. Your sister, sir! Some one that hath a wit,
Answer, where is she?

Gob. Do you not see her there?

Arb. Where?

Gob. There.

Arb. There? where?

Mar. ’Slight, there! are you blind?

Arb. Which do you mean? That little one?

Gob. No, sir.

Arb. No, sir? Why, do you mock me? I can see
No other here, but that petitioning lady.

Gob. That’s she.

Arb. Away!

Gob. Sir, it is she.

Arb. ’Tis false.


  By PanEris using Melati.

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