Mar.

  O this is fine.

Bes.

  No marry, she is not, an’t please your Majesty,
  I never thought she was, she’s nothing like you.

Arb.

  No ’tis true, she is not.

Mar.

  Thou shou’dst be hang’d.

Pan.

  Sir, I will speak but once; by the same power
  You make my blood a stranger unto yours,
  You may command me dead, and so much love
  A stranger may importune, pray you do;
  If this request appear too much to grant,
  Adopt me of some other Family,
  By your unquestion’d word; else I shall live
  Like sinfull issues that are left in streets
  By their regardless Mothers, and no name
  Will be found for me.

Arb.

  I will hear no more,
  Why should there be such musick in a voyce,
  And sin for me to hear it?  All the world
  May take delight in this, and ’tis damnation
  For me to do so:  You are fair and wise
  And vertuous I think, and he is blest
  That is so near you as my brother is;
  But you are nought to me but a disease;
  Continual torment without hope of ease;
  Such an ungodly sickness I have got,
  That he that undertakes my cure, must first
  O’rethrow Divinity, all moral Laws,
  And leave mankind as unconfin’d as beasts,
  Allowing ’em to do all actions
  As freely as they drink when they desire. 
  Let me not hear you speak again; yet see
  I shall but lang[u]ish for the want of that,
  The having which, would kill me:  No man here
  Offer to speak for her; for I consider
  As much as you can say; I will not toil
  My body and my mind too, rest thou there,
  Here’s one within will labour for you both.

Pan.

  I would I were past speaking.

Gob.

  Fear not Madam,
  The King will alter, ’tis some sudden rage,
  And you shall see it end some other way.

Pan.

  Pray heaven it do.

Tig.

  Though she to whom I swore, be here, I cannot
  Stifle my passion longer; if my father
  Should rise again disquieted with this,
  And charge me to forbear, yet it would out. 
  Madam, a stranger, and a pris’ner begs
  To be bid welcome.

Pan.

  You are welcome, Sir,
  I think, but if you be not, ’tis past me
  To make you so:  for I am here a stranger,
  Greater than you; we know from whence you come,
  But I appear a lost thing, and by whom
  Is yet uncertain, found here i’th’ Court,
  And onely suffer’d to walk up and down,
  As one not worth the owning.

Spa.

O, I fear Tigranes will be caught, he looks, me-thinks, As he would change his eyes with her; some help There is above for me, I hope.

Tigr.