_Bes_.
Here will arise another question now amongst the Sword-men,
whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he is
proved no King.
_Enter_ Lygones.
_Mar_.
Sir here's Lygones, the agent for the Armenian_ State.
_Arb_.
Where is he? I know your business good Lygones.
_Lyg_.
We must have our King again, and will.
_Arb_.
I knew that was your business: you shall have your King again,
and have him so again as never King was had, go one of you and
bid _Bacurius_ bring _Tigranes_ hither; and bring the Lady with
him, that _Panthea_, the Queen _Panthea_ sent me word this
[morning], was brave _Tigranes_ mistress.
[_Ex. two Gent_.
_Lyg_.
'Tis _Spaconia_.
_Arb_.
I, I, _Spaconia_.
_Lyg_.
She is my Daughter.
_Arb_.
She is so: I could now tell any thing I never heard: your King
shall go so home, as never man went.
_Mar_.
Shall he go on's head?
_Arb_.
He shall have chariots easier than air that I will have invented;
and ne're think one shall pay any ransome, and thy self that art
the messenger, shalt ride before him on a horse cut out of an
intire Diamond, that shall be made to go with golden wheeles, I
know not how yet.
_Lyg_.
Why I shall be made for ever? they beli'd this King with us, and
said he was unkind.
_Arb_.
And then thy Daughter, she shall have some strange thing, wee'l
have the Kingdom sold utterly, and put into a toy which she shall
wear about her carelesly some where or other. See the vertuous
Queen; behold the humblest subject that you have kneel here
before you.
_Enter_ Panthea _And_ 1 Gent.
_Pan_.
Why kneel you to me that am your Vassal?
_Arb_.
Grant me one request.
_Pan_.
Alas what can I grant you? what I can, I will.
_Arb_.
That you will please to marry me if I can prove it lawfull.
_Pan_.
Is that all? more willingly than I would draw this air.
_Arb_.
I'le kiss this hand in earnest.
_2 Gent_.
Sir, _Tigranes_ is coming though he made it strange at first, to
see the Princess any more.
_Enter_ Tigranes _And_ Spaconia.
_Arb_.
The Queen thou meanest, O my _Tigranes_. Pardon me, tread on my
neck, I freely offer it, and if thou beest so given take revenge,
for I have injur'd thee.
_Tigr_.
No, I forgive, and rejoyce more that you have found repentance,
than I my liberty.
_Arb_.
Mayest thou be happy in thy fair choice, for thou art temperate.
You owe no ransom to the state, know that I have a thousand joyes
to tell you of, which yet I dare not utter till I pay my thanks
to Heaven for 'em: Will you go with me and help me? pray you do.
_Tigr_.