Arb.
Where is he, I know your businesse good Ligones.
Lig.
We must have our King againe, and will.
Arb.
I knew that was your businesse, you shall
have
You King againe, and have him so againe
As never King was had. Goe one of
you
And bid Bacurius bring Tigranes
hither,
And bring the Ladie with him, that Panthea
The Queene Panthea sent me word
this morning
Was brave Tigranes mistresse.
Lig.
Tis Spaconia.
Arb.
I, I, Spaconia.
Lig.
She is my daughter.
Arb.
Shee is so, I could now tell any thing
I never heard; your King shall goe so
home
As never man went.
Mar.
Shall he goe on’s head?
Arb.
He shall have Chariots easier than ayre
That I will have invented; and nere thinke
He shall pay any ransome; and thy selfe
That art the Messenger shall ride before
him
On a Horse cut out of an entire Diamond,
That shall be made to goe with golden
wheeles,
I know not how yet.
Lig.
Why I shall be made
For ever, they belied this King with us
And sayd he was unkind.
Arb.
And then thy daughter,
She shall have some strange thinke, wele have the Kingdome
Sold utterly, and put into a toy.
Which she shall weare about her carelesly
Some where or other.
See the vertuous Queene.
Enter Pan.
Behold the humblest subject that
you have
Kneele here before you. Pan. Why kneele
you
To me that am your vassall?
Arb.
Grant me one request.
Pan.
Alas, what can I grant you?
What I can I will.
Arb.
That you will please to marry me,
If I can prove it lawfull.
Pan.
Is that all?
More willingly, then I would draw this
ayre.
Arb.
Ile kisse this hand in earnest.
Mar.
Sir, Tigranes is comming though
he made it strange
To see the Princesse any more.
Arb.
The Queene,
Enter Tig. and Spa.
Thou meanest: O my Tigranes pardon
me,
Tread on my necke I freely offer it,
And if thou beest so given; take revenge,
For I have injur’d thee.
Tig.
No, I forgive,
And rejoice more that you have found repentance,
Then I my libertie.
Arb.
Maist thou be happie
In thy faire choice; for thou art temperate:
You owe no ransome to the state, know
that;
I have a thousand joyes to tell you of,
Which yet I dare not utter, till I pay
My thankes to Heaven for um: will
you goe
With me, and helpe me; pray you doe.