_1_.
Captaine, a should indeed, he is mistaken:
_Lig_.
Sir you shall have it quickly, and more beating,
You have stolne away a Lady Captaine Coward,
And such a one.
_Bes_.
Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir,
I never yet stole any living thing
That had a tooth about it.
_Lig_.
Sir I know you dare lie
With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir.
_Bes_.
My meanes and manners never could attempt
Above a hedge or hey-cocke.
_Lig_.
Sirra that quits not me, where is this Ladie,
Doe that you doe not use to doe, tell truth,
Or by my hand Ile beat your Captaines braines out.
Wash um, and put um in againe, that will I.
_Bes_.
There was a Ladie Sir, I must confesse
Once in my charge: the Prince _Tigranes_ gave her
To my guard for her safetie, how I usd her
She may her selfe report, shee's with the Prince now:
I did but waite upon her like a Groome,
Which she will testifie I am sure: If not,
My braines are at your service when you please Sir,
And glad I have um for you?
_Lig_.
This is most likely, Sir I aske your pardon,
And am sorrie I was so intemperate.
_Bes_.
Well, I can aske no more, you would thinke it strange Now to have
me beat you at first sight.
_Lig_.
Indeed I would but I know your goodnes can forget
Twentie beatings. You must forgive me.
_Bes_.
Yes, ther's my hand, goe where you will, I shall thinke
You a valiant fellow for all this.
_Lig_.
My daughter is a Whore,
I feele it now too sencible; yet I will see her,
Discharge my selfe of being Father to her,
And then backe to my Countrie, and there die;
Farewell Captaine.
_Exit_.
_Bes_.
Farewell Sir, farewell, commend me to the Gentlewoman I praia.
_1_.
How now Captaine, beare up man.
_Bes_.
Gentlemen ath' sword your hands once more, I have
Beene kickt againe, but the foolish fellow is penitent,
Has ask't me mercy, and my honor's safe.
_2_.
We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better a kick't
His Grandsire.
Confirme, confirme I pray.
_1_.
There be our hands againe.
_2_.
Now let him come, and say he was not sorry,
And he sleepes for it.
_Bes_.
Alas good ignorant old man, let him goe,
Let him goe, these courses will undoe him.
_Exeunt_.
_Enter Ligones, and Bacurius_.
_Bac_.
My Lord your authoritie is good, and I am glad it is so, for my
consent would never hinder you from seeing your owne King. I am a
Minister, but not a governour of this state; yonder is your King,
Ile leave you.
_Exit_.
_Lig_.
There he is indeed, _Enter Tig. and Spaco_.
And with him my disloyall childe.
_Tig_.
I doe perceive my fault so much, that yet
Me thinkes thou shouldst not have forgiven me.
_Lig_.
Health to your Maiestie.
_Tig_.
What? good Ligones, welcome; what businesse brought thee hether?
_Lig_.
Severall Businesses.
My publique businesse will appeare by this:
I have a message to deliver, which
If it please you so to authorise, is
An embassage from the Armenian state,
Unto _Arbaces_ for your libertie:
The offer's there set downe, please you to read it.
_Tig_.
There is no alteration happened
Since I came thence?
_Lig_.
None Sir, all is as it was.
_Tig_.
And all our friends are well.
_Lig_.
All verie 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.
_Lig_.
Madam I should have scene you.
_Spa_.
O good Sir forgive me.
_Lig_.
Forgive you, why I am no kin to you, am I?
_Spa_.
Should it be measur'd by my meane deserts,
Indeed you are not.
_Lig_.
Thou couldst prate unhappily
Ere thou couldst goe, would thou couldst doe as well.
And how does your custome hold out here. _Spa_. Sir.
_Lig_.
Are you in private still, or how?
_Spa_.
What doe you meane?
_Lig_.
Doe you take money? are you come to sell sinne yet? perhaps I can
helpe you to liberall Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O
thou wild creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young
Whore. I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this: or rather would I had
dyed ere I had seene it: why did'st not make me acquainted when thou
wert first resolv'd to be a Whore? I would have seene thy hot lust
satisfied more privately. I would have kept a dancer, and a whole
consort of Musitions in mine owne house, onely to fiddle thee. _Spa_.
Sir I was never whore.
_Lig_.
If thou couldst not say so much for thy selfe thou shouldst be
Carted.
_Tig._
_Ligones_ I have read it, and like it,
You shall deliver it.
_Lig_.
Well Sir I will: but I have private busines with you.
_Tig_.
Speake, what ist?
_Lig_.
How has my age deserv'd so ill of you,
That you can picke no strumpets in the Land,
But out of my breed.
_Tig_.
Strumpets good _Ligones_?
_Lig_.
Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorne
To get a Whore for any Prince alive,
And yet scorne will not helpe me thinkes: My daughter
Might have beene spar'd, there were enough beside.
_Tig_.
May I not prosper, but Shee's innocent
As morning light for me, and I dare sweare
For all the world.
_Lig_.
Why is she with you then?
Can she waite on you better then your men,
Has she a gift in plucking off your stockings,
Can she make Cawdles well, or cut your Comes,
Why doe you keepe her with you? For your Queene
I know you doe contemne her, so should I
And every Subject else thinke much at it.
_Tig_.
Let um thinke much, but tis more firme then earth
Thou seest thy Queene there.
_Lig_.
Then have I made a faire hand, I cald her Whore,
If I shall speake now as her Father, I cannot chuse
But greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queene: but if
I should speake to you as a Statesman shee were more fit
To be your Whore.
_Tig_.
Get you about your businesse to _Arbaces_,
Now you talke idlie.
_Lig_.
Yes Sir, I will goe.
And shall she be a Queene, she had more wit
Then her old Father when she ranne away:
Shall shee be a Queene, now by my troth tis fine,
Ile dance out of all measure at her wedding:
Shall I not Sir?
_Tigr_.
Yes marrie shalt thou.
_Lig_.
He make these witherd Kexes beare my bodie
Two houres together above ground.
_Tigr_.
Nay, goe, my businesse requires haste.
_Lig_.
Good God preserve you, you are an excellent King.
_Spa_.
Farewell good Father.
_Lig_.
Farewell sweete vertuous Daughter;
I never was so joyfull in my life,
That I remember: shall shee be a Queene?
Now I perceive a man may weepe for joy,
I had thought they had lied that said so.
_Exit_.
_Tig_.
Come my deare love.
_Spa_.
But you may see another
May alter that againe.
_Tigr_.
Urge it no more;
I have made up a new strong constancie,
Not to be shooke with eyes; I know I have
The passions of a man, but if I meete
With any subject that shall hold my eyes
More firmely then is fit; Ile thinke of thee,
and runne away from it: let that suffice.
_Exeunt_.
_Enter Bacurius, and a servant_.
_Bac_.
Three gentlemen without to speake with me?
_Ser_.
Yes Sir.
_Bac_.
Let them come in.
_Ser_.
They are enterd Sir already.
_Enter Bessus, and Swordmen_.
_Bac_.
Now fellowes, your busines, are these the Gentlemen.
_Bess_.
My Lord I have made bold to bring these Gentlemen my Friends ath'
sword along with me.
_Bac_.