If thou couldst not say so much for thy self, thou shouldst be
  carted.

Tigr.

  Lygones, I have read it, and I like it, you shall deliver it.

Lyg.

  Well Sir, I will:  but I have private business with you.

Tigr.

  Speak, what is’t?

Lyg.  How has my age deserv’d so ill of you, that you can pick no strumpets i’th’ land, but out of my breed?

Tigr.

  Strumpets, good Lygones?

Lyg.

  Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorn to get a whore for any
  prince alive, and yet scorn will not help methinks:  my Daughter
  might have been spar’d, there were enow besides.

Tigr.

  May I not prosper but she’s innocent as morning light for me, and
  I dare swear for all the world.

Lyg.

Why is she with you then? can she wait on you better than your man, has she a gift in plucking off your stockings, can she make Cawdles well or cut your cornes?  Why do you keep her with you?  For a Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I, and every subject else think much at it.

Tigr.

  Let ’em think much, but ’tis more firm than earth:  thou see’st
  thy Queen there.

Lyg.

Then have I made a fair hand, I call’d her Whore.  If I shall speak now as her Father, I cannot chuse but greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queen:  but if I shall speak to you as a States-man, she were more fit to be your whore.

Tigr.

  Get you about your business to Arbaces, now you talk idlely.

Lyg.

Yes Sir, I will go, and shall she be a Queen? she had more wit than her old Father, when she ran away:  shall she be Queen? now by my troth ’tis fine, I’le dance out of all measure at her wedding:  shall I not Sir?

Tigr.

  Yes marry shalt thou.

Lyg.

  I’le make these withered kexes bear my body two hours together
  above ground.

Tigr.

  Nay go, my business requires hast.

Lyg.

  Good Heaven preserve you, you are an excellent King.

Spa.

Farwell good Father.

Lyg.

Farwell sweet vertuous Daughter, I never was so joyfull in all my
life, that I remember:  shall she be a Queen?  Now I perceive a man
may weep for joy, I had thought they had lyed that said so.

[Exit Lygones.

Tigr.

Come my dear love.

Spa.

But you may see another may alter that again.

Tigr.

Urge it no more, I have made up a new strong constancy, not to be shook with eyes:  I know I have the passions of a man, but if I meet with any subject that should hold my eyes more firmly than is fit, I’le think of thee, and run away from it:  let that suffice.

[Exeunt all.