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.

Gob.

  Pray you be more patient, I may bring comfort to you.

Arb.

  I will kneel, and hear with the obedience of a child; good Father
  speak, I do acknowledge you, so you bring comfort.