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 sute 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.
S'light, 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.
Gob.
Is it?
Arb.
As hell, by Heaven, as false as hell,
My Sister: is she dead? if it be so,
Speak boldly to me; for I am a man,
And dare not quarrel with Divinity;
And do not think to cozen me with this:
I see you all are mute and stand amaz'd,
Fearful to answer me; it is too true,
A decreed instant cuts off ev'ry life,