Mar.

I n’ere saw such suddain extremities.

[Exeunt.

Enter Tigranes and Spaconia.

Tigr.

Why? wilt thou have me die Spaconia. 
What should I do?

Spa.

  Nay let me stay alone,
  And when you see Armenia again,
  You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I;
  Some friend that ever lov’d me or my cause,
  Will build me something to distinguish me
  From other women, many a weeping verse
  He will lay on, and much lament those maids,
  That plac’d their loves unfortunately high,
  As I have done, where they can never reach;
  But why should you go to Iberia?

Tigr.

  Alas, that thou wilt ask me, ask the man
  That rages in a Fever why he lies
  Distempered there, when all the other youths
  Are coursing o’re the Meadows with their Loves? 
  Can I resist it? am I not a slave
  To him that conquer’d me?

Spa.

  That conquer’d thee Tigranes! he has won
  But half of thee, thy body, but thy mind
  May be as free as his, his will did never
  Combate thine, and take it prisoner.

Tigr.

  But if he by force convey my body hence,
  What helps it me or thee to be unwilling?

Spa.

  O Tigranes, I know you are to see a Lady there,
  To see, and like I fear:  perhaps the hope
  Of her make[s] you forget me, ere we part,
  Be happier than you know to wish; farewel.

Tigr.

Spaconia, stay and hear me what I say:  In short, destruction meet me that I may See it, and not avoid it, when I leave To be thy faithful lover:  part with me Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love, And I have given gold unto a Captain That goes unto Iberia from the King, That he will place a Lady of our Land With the Kings Sister that is offered me; Thither shall you, and being once got in Perswade her by what subtil means you can To be as backward in her love as I.

Spa.

  Can you imagine that a longing maid
  When she beholds you, can be pull’d away
  With words from loving you?

Tigr.

  Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous.

Spa.

  Why, I had rather lose you:  can my heart
  Consent to let my tongue throw out such words,
  And I that ever yet spoke what I thought,
  Shall find it such a thing at first to lie?

Tigr.

  Yet do thy best.

Enter Bessus.

Bes.

  What, is your Majesty ready?

Tigr.

  There is the Lady, Captain.

Bes.

  Sweet Lady, by your leave, I co[u]ld wish my self more full of
  Courtship for your fair sake.