SCENE I.The Capital of Iberia. An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter GOBRIAS, BACURIUS, ARANE, PANTHEA, and MENDANE, Waiting-women and 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 knowt; 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
Against her king; so little womanhood
And natural goodness, as to think the death
Of her own son.
Ara. Thou knowst the reason why,
Dissembling as thou art, and wilt not speak.
Gob. There is a lady takes not after you;
Her father is within her; that good man,
Whose tears paid down
his sins. Mark, how she weeps;
How well it does become her! And if you
Can find no disposition in yourself
sorrow, yet, by gracefulness in her,
Find out the way, and by your reason weep.
All this she does for you,
and more she needs,
When for yourself you will not lose a tear.
Think, how this want of grief discredits
And you will weep, because you cannot weep.
Ara. You talk to me, as having got a time
Fit for your purpose; but you know, I know
You speak not what
Pan. I would my heart
Were stone, before my softness should be urged
Against my mother! A more
No virgin bears about her! Should I excuse
My mothers fault, I should set light a life,
losing which a brother and a king
Were taken from me: If I seek to save
That life so loved, I lose another
That gave me being; I should lose a mother;
A word of such a sound in a childs ear,
That it strikes
reverence through it. May the will
Of Heaven be done, and if one needs must fall,
Take a poor virgins
life to answer all!
Ara. But, Gobrias, let us talk. You know, this fault
Is not in me as in another woman.
[They walk apart.
Gob. I know it is not.
Ara. Yet you make it so.
Gob. Why, is not all thats past beyond your help?
Ara. I know it is.
Gob. Nay, should you publish it
Before the world, think you twould be believed?
Ara. I know, it would not.
Gob. Nay, should I join with you,
Should we not both be torn, and yet both die
Ara. I think we should.
Gob. Why, then,
Take you such violent courses? As for me,
I do but right in saving of the king
Ara. The king!