A King, and No King eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 165 pages of information about A King, and No King.

A King, and No King eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 165 pages of information about A King, and No King.

Arb.

  We thank you worthy Prince, and pray excuse us,
  We have not seen you since your being here,
  I hope your noble usage has been equall
  With your own person:  your imprisonment,
  If it be any, I dare say is easie,
  And shall not last t[w]o dayes.

Tigr.

  I thank you;
  My usage here has been the same it was,
  Worthy a royal Conqueror.  For my restraint,
  It came unkindly, because much unlook’d for;
  But I must bear it.

Arb.

  What Lady’s that? Bacurius?

Bac.

  One of the Princess women, Sir.

Arb.

  I fear’d it, why comes she hither?

Bac.

  To speak with the Prince Tigranes.

Arb.

  From whom, Bacurius?

Bac.

  From the Princess, Sir.

Arb.

  I knew I had seen her.

Mar.

  His fit begins to take him now again,
  ’Tis a strange Feaver, and ’twill shake us all anon, I fear,
  Would he were well cur’d of this raging folly: 

  Give me the warrs, where men are mad, and may talk what they
  list, and held the bravest fellows; This pelting prating peace is
  good for nothing:  drinking’s a vertue to’t.

Arb.

  I see there’s truth in no man, nor obedience,
  But for his own ends, why did you let her in?

Bac.

  It was your own command to barr none from him,
  Besides, the Princess sent her ring Sir, for my warrant.

Arb.

  A token to Tigranes, did she not? 
  Sir tell truth.

Bac.

  I do not use to lie Sir,
  ’Tis no way I eat or live by, and I think,
  This is no token Sir.

Mar.

This combat has undone him:  if he had been well beaten, he had been temperate; I shall never see him handsome again, till he have a Horse-mans staffe yok’d thorow his shoulders, or an arm broken with a bullet.

Arb.

  I am trifled with.

Bac.

  Sir?

Arb.

  I know it, as I know thee to be false.

Mar.

  Now the clap comes.

Bac.

  You never knew me so, Sir I dare speak it,
  And durst a worse man tell me, though my better—­

Mar.

  ’Tis well said, by my soul.

Arb.

  Sirra, you answer as you had no life.

Bac.

  That I fear Sir to lose nobly.

Arb.

  I say Sir, once again.

Bac.

  You may say what yo[u] please, Sir,
  Would I might do so.

Arb.

  I will, Sir, and say openly, this woman carries letters,
  By my life I know she carries letters, this woman does it.

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