_Actus Secundus_.


_Enter_ Gobrias, Bacurius, Arane, Panthe, _and_ Mandane,
_ Waiting-women with 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 know't, 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 arm 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.