Bes.

Well, I can aske no more, you would thinke it strange Now to have me beat you at first sight.

Lig.

  Indeed I would but I know your goodnes can forget
  Twentie beatings.  You must forgive me.

Bes.

  Yes, ther’s my hand, goe where you will, I shall thinke
  You a valiant fellow for all this.

Lig.

My daughter is a Whore,
I feele it now too sencible; yet I will see her,
Discharge my selfe of being Father to her,
And then backe to my Countrie, and there die;
Farewell Captaine.

Exit.

Bes.

Farewell Sir, farewell, commend me to the Gentlewoman I praia.

1.

How now Captaine, beare up man.

Bes.

  Gentlemen ath’ sword your hands once more, I have
  Beene kickt againe, but the foolish fellow is penitent,
  Has ask’t me mercy, and my honor’s safe.

2.

  We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better a kick’t
  His Grandsire. 
  Confirme, confirme I pray.

1.

  There be our hands againe.

2.

Now let him come, and say he was not sorry,
And he sleepes for it.

Bes.

Alas good ignorant old man, let him goe,
Let him goe, these courses will undoe him.

Exeunt.

Enter Ligones, and Bacurius.

Bac.

My Lord your authoritie is good, and I am glad it is so, for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your owne King.  I am a Minister, but not a governour of this state; yonder is your King, Ile leave you.

Exit.

Lig.

There he is indeed, Enter Tig. and Spaco. 
And with him my disloyall childe.

Tig.

I doe perceive my fault so much, that yet
Me thinkes thou shouldst not have forgiven me.

Lig.

  Health to your Maiestie.

Tig.

  What? good Ligones, welcome; what businesse brought thee hether?

Lig.

  Severall Businesses. 
  My publique businesse will appeare by this: 
  I have a message to deliver, which
  If it please you so to authorise, is
  An embassage from the Armenian state,
  Unto Arbaces for your libertie: 
  The offer’s there set downe, please you to read it.

Tig.

  There is no alteration happened
  Since I came thence?

Lig.

  None Sir, all is as it was.

Tig.

  And all our friends are well.

Lig.

  All verie well.

Spa.

  Though I have done nothing but what was good,
  I dare not see my Father:  it was fault
  Enough not to acquaint him with that good.