How?

_Gob_.

You kill your Father.

_Arb_.

My Father? though I know't for a lie, made out of fear to save thy stained life; the very reverence of the word comes cross me, and ties mine arm down.

_Gob_.

I will tell you that shall heighten you again, I am thy Father, I charge thee hear me.

_Arb_.

If it should be so, as 'tis most false, and that I should be found a Bastard issue, the despised fruit of lawless lust, I should no more admire all my wild passions: but another truth shall be wrung from thee: if I could come by the Spirit of pain, it should be poured on thee, till thou allow'st thy self more full of lies than he that teaches thee.

_Enter_ Arane.

_Ara_.

Turn thee about, I come to speak to thee thou wicked man, hear me thou tyrant.

_Arb_.

I will turn to thee, hear me thou Strumpet; I have blotted out the name of Mother, as thou hast thy shame.

_Ara_.

My shame! thou hast less shame than any thing; why dost thou keep my Daughter in a prison? why dost thou call her Sister, and do this?

_Arb_.

Cease thy strange impudence, and answer quickly if thou contemnest me, this will ask an answer, and have it.

_Ara_.

Help me Gentle _Gobrias_.

_Arb_.

Guilt [dare] not help guilt though they grow together in doing ill, yet at the [punishment] they sever, and each flies the noise of other, think not of help, answer.

_Ara_.

I will, to what?

_Arb_.

To such a thing, as if it be a truth think what a creature thou hast made thy self, that didst not shame to do, what I must blush only to ask thee: tell me who I am, whose son I am without all circumstance, be thou as hasty as my Sword will be if thou refusest.

_Ara_.

Why, you are his son.

_Arb_.

His Son? swear, swear, thou worse than woman damn'd.

_Ara_.

By all that's good you are.

_Arb_.

Then art thou all that ever was known bad, now is the cause of all my strange mis-fortunes come to light: what reverence expectest thou from a child, to bring forth which thou hast offended heaven, thy husband, and the Land? adulterous witch, I know now why thou wouldst have poyson'd me, I was thy lust which thou wouldst have forgot: then wicked Mother of my sins, and me, show me the way to the inheritance I have by thee: which is a spacious world of impious acts, that I may soon possess it: plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such diseases, as use to pay lust, recompence thy deed.

_Gob_.

You do not know why you curse thus.

_Arb_.

Too well; you are a pair of Vipers; and behold the Serpent you have got; there is no beast but if he knew it, has a pedigree as brave as mine, for they have more descents, and I am every way as beastly got, as far without the compass of Law as they.

_Ara_.

You spend your rage and words in vain, and rail upon a guess; hear us a little.

_Arb_.

No, I will never hear, but talk away my breath, and die.

_Gob_.

Why, but you are no Bastard.

_Arb_.

How's that?

_Ara_.

Nor child of mine.

_Arb_.

Still you go on in wonders to me.