Why do you turn away, and weep so fast,
  And utter things that mis-become your looks,
  Can you want owning?

Spa.

  O ’tis certain so.

Tigr.

  Acknowledge your self mine.

Arb.

  How now?

Tigr.

  And then see if you want an owner.

Arb.

  They are talking.

Tigr.

  Nations shall owne you for their Queen.

Arb.

  Tigranes, art not thou my prisoner?

Tigr.

  I am.

Arb.

  And who is this?

Tigr.

  She is your Sister.

Arb.

  She is so.

Mar.

  Is she so again? that’s well.

Arb.

  And then how dare you offer to change words with her?

Tigr.

  Dare do it!  Why? you brought me hither Sir,
  To that intent.

Arb.

  Perhaps I told you so,
  If I had sworn it, had you so much folly
  To credit it?  The least word that she speaks
  Is worth a life; rule your disordered tongue,
  Or I will temper it.

Spa.

  Blest be the breath.

Tigr.

  Temper my tongue! such incivilities
  As these, no barbarous people ever knew: 
  You break the lawes of Nature, and of Nations,
  You talk to me as if I were a prisoner
  For theft:  my tongue be temper’d?  I must speak
  If thunder check me, and I will.

Arb.

  You will?

Spa.

  Alas my fortune.

Tigr.

  Do not fear his frown, dear Madam, hear me.

Arb.

  Fear not my frown? but that ’twere base in me
  To fight with one I know I can o’recome,
  Again thou shouldst be conquer’d by me.

Mar.

  He has one ransome with him already; me-thinks
  ’T were good to fight double, or quit.

Arb.

  Away with him to prison:  Now Sir, see
  If my frown be regardless; Why delay you? 
  Seise him Bacurius, you shall know my word
  Sweeps like a wind, and all it grapples with,
  Are as the chaffe before it.

Tigr.

  Touch me not.

Arb.

  Help there.

Tigr.

  Away.

1 Gent.

  It is in vain to struggle.

2 Gent.

  You must be forc’d.

Bac.

  Sir, you must pardon us, we must obey.

Arb.

  Why do you dally there? drag him away
  By any thing.

Bac.

  Come Sir.

Tigr.