_Bes_.
With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir, my means and
manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay-cock.
_Lyg_.
Sirra, that quits not me, where is this Lady? do that you do not
use to do; tell truth, or by my hand, I'le beat your Captains
brains out, wash'em, and put 'em in again, that will I.
_Bes_.
There was a Lady Sir, I must confess, once in my charge: the
Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety, how I us'd
her, she may her self report, she's with the Prince now: I did
but wait upon her like a groom, which she will testife I am sure:
if not, my brains are at your service when you please Sir, and
glad I have 'em for you.
_Lyg_.
This is most likely, Sir, I ask you pardon, and am sorry I was so
intemperate.
_Bes_.
Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me
beat you at first sight.
_Lyg_.
Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty
beatings, you must forgive me.
_Bes_.
Yes there's my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a
valiant fellow for all this.
_Lyg_.
My da[u]ghter is a Whore, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will
see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then
back to my Country, and there die, farwell Captain.
[_Exit Lygo_.
_Bes_.
Farwell Sir, farwell, commend me to the gentlewoman I pray.
_1 Sword_.
How now Captain? bear up man.
_Bes_.
Gentlemen o'th'sword, your hands once more; I have been kickt
agen, but the foolish fellow is penitent, has askt me Mercy, and
my honour's safe.
_2 Sword_.
We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his
grandsir.
_Bes_.
Confirm, confirm I pray.
_1 Sword_.
There be our hands agen, now let him come and say he was not
sorry, and he sleeps for it.
_Bes_.
Alas good ignorant old man, let him go, let him go, these courses
will undo him.
[_Exeunt clear_.
_Enter_ Lygones _And_ Bacurius.
_Bac_.
My Lord, your authority is good, and I am glad it is so, for my
consent would never hinder you from seeing your own King, I am a
Minister, but not a governor of this State, yonder is your King,
I'le leave you.
[_Exit_.
_Enter_ Tigranes _And_ Spaconia.
_Lyg_.
There he is indeed, and with him my disloyal child.
_Tigr_.
I do perceive my fault so much, that yet me thinks thou shouldst
not have forgiven me.
_Lyg_.
Health to your Majesty.
_Tigr_.
What? good _Lygones_ welcome, what business brought thee hither?
_Lyg_.
Several businesses. My publick businesses will appear by this, I
have a message to deliver, which if it please you so to
authorize, is an embassage from the Armenian State, unto Arbaces
for your liberty: the offer's there set down, please you to read
it.
_Tigr_.
There is no alteration happened since I came thence?
_Lyg_.
None Sir, all is as it was.
_Tigr_.
And all our friends are well?
_Lyg_.
All very well.
_Spa_.
Though I have done nothing but what was good, I dare not see my
Father, it was fault enough not to acquaint him with that good.
_Lyg_.
Madam I should have seen you.
_Spa_.
O good Sir forgive me.
_Lyg_.
Forgive you, why? I am no kin to you, am I?
_Spa_.
Should it be measur'd by my mean deserts, indeed you are not.
_Lyg_.
Thou couldest prate unhappily ere thou couldst go, would thou
couldst do as well, and how does your custome hold out here?
_Spa_.
Sir?
_Lyg_.
Are you in private still, or how?
_Spa_.
What do you mean?
_Lyg_.
Do you take mony? are you come to sell sin yet? perhaps I can
help you to liberal Clients: or has not the King cast you off
yet? O thou vile creature, whose best commendation is, that thou
art a young whore, I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this, or
rather that I had died ere I had seen it; why didst not make me
acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd to be a whore, I would
have seen thy hot lust satisfied more privately: I would have
kept a dancer and a whole consort of musicians in my own house
only to fiddle thee.
_Spa_.
Sir, I was never whore.
_Lyg_.
If thou couldst not say so much for thy self, thou shouldst be
carted.
_Tigr_.
_Lygones_, I have read it, and I like it, you shall deliver it.
_Lyg_.
Well Sir, I will: but I have private business with you.
_Tigr_.
Speak, what is't?
_Lyg_. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, that you can
pick no strumpets i'th' land, but out of my breed?
_Tigr_.
Strumpets, good _Lygones_?
_Lyg_.
Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorn to get a whore for any
prince alive, and yet scorn will not help methinks: my Daughter
might have been spar'd, there were enow besides.
_Tigr_.
May I not prosper but she's innocent as morning light for me, and
I dare swear for all the world.
_Lyg_.
Why is she with you then? can she wait on you better than your
man, has she a gift in plucking off your stockings, can she make
Cawdles well or cut your cornes? Why do you keep her with you?
For a Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I, and every
subject else think much at it.
_Tigr_.
Let 'em think much, but 'tis more firm than earth: thou see'st
thy Queen there.
_Lyg_.
Then have I made a fair hand, I call'd her Whore. If I shall
speak now as her Father, I cannot chuse but greatly rejoyce that
she shall be a Queen: but if I shall speak to you as a
States-man, she were more fit to be your whore.
_Tigr_.
Get you about your business to _Arbaces_, now you talk idlely.
_Lyg_.
Yes Sir, I will go, and shall she be a Queen? she had more wit
than her old Father, when she ran away: shall she be Queen? now
by my troth 'tis fine, I'le dance out of all measure at her
wedding: shall I not Sir?
_Tigr_.
Yes marry shalt thou.
_Lyg_.
I'le make these withered kexes bear my body two hours together
above ground.
_Tigr_.
Nay go, my business requires hast.
_Lyg_.
Good Heaven preserve you, you are an excellent King.
_Spa_.
Farwell good Father.
_Lyg_.
Farwell sweet vertuous Daughter, I never was so joyfull in all my
life, that I remember: shall she be a Queen? Now I perceive a man
may weep for joy, I had thought they had lyed that said so.
[_Exit_ Lygones.
_Tigr_.
Come my dear love.
_Spa_.
But you may see another may alter that again.
_Tigr_.
Urge it no more, I have made up a new strong constancy, not to be
shook with eyes: I know I have the passions of a man, but if I
meet with any subject that should hold my eyes more firmly than
is fit, I'le think of thee, and run away from it: let that
suffice.
[_Exeunt all_.
_Enter_ Bacurius _And his Servant_.
_Bac_.
Three Gentlemen without to speak with me?
_Ser_.
Yes Sir.
_Bac_.
Let them come in.
_Enter_ Bessus _with the two Sword-men_.
_Ser_.
They are entred Sir already.
_Bac_.
Now fellows your business? are these the Gentlemen?
_Bes_.
My Lord, I have made bold to bring these Gentlemen, my friends
o'th' Sword along with me.
_Bac_.