_ Flourish.  Enter_ Arb.  Tigr. The two Kings and Mardonius.

_ All_.

  God preserve your Majesty.

Arb.

I thank you all, now are my joyes at full, when I behold you safe, my loving Subjects; by you I grow, ’tis your united love that lifts me to this height:  all the account that I can render you for all the love you have bestowed on me, all your expences to maintain my war, is but a little word, you will imagine ’tis slender paiment, yet ’tis such a word, as is not to be bought but with your bloods, ’tis Peace.

_ All_.

  God preserve your Majesty.

Arb.

  Now you may live securely i’your Towns,
  Your Children round about you; may sit
  Under your Vines, and make the miseries
  Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you,
  And lend them sorrows; for your selves, you may
  Safely forget there are such things as tears,
  And you may all whose good thoughts I have gain’d,
  Hold me unworthy, where I think my life
  A sacrifice too great to keep you thus
  In such a calm estate.

_ All_.

  God bless your Majesty.

Arb.

  See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you
  fear’d, a captive home; behold him, ’tis Tigranes; in your
  heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance.

1 Cit.

  Out upon him.

2 Cit.

  How he looks.

3 Wom.

  Hang him, hang him.

Mar.

  These are sweet people.

Tigr.

  Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common
  people.

Arb.

It was so far from me to mean it so:  if I have ought deserv’d, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar’d to so unbeliev’d a height, to fall beneath mine:  this inspir’d with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.

_ All_.

  The Lord bless your Majesty.

Tigr.

  So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of
  himself:  I would not be so vain-glorious.

Arb.

  If there be any thing in which I may
  Do good to any creature, here speak out;
  For I must leave you:  and it troubles me,
  That my occasions for the good of you,
  Are such as call me from you:  else, my joy
  Would be to spend my days among you all. 
  You shew your loves in these large multitudes
  That come to meet me, I will pray for