Bes. Good sir—
Arb. If there were no such instruments as thou,
We kings could never act such wicked deeds!
Seek out
a man that mocks divinity,
That breaks each precept both of God and man,
And nature too, and does it
without lust,
Merely because it is a law, and good,
And live with him; for him thou can’st not spoil.
Away, I
say!—
[Exit Bessus.
I’ll press it here, till it do break my breast:
It heaves to get out; but thou art a sin,
And, spite of torture, I will keep thee in.
[Exit.