Arb. I knew that was your business: You shall have
Your king again; and have him so again,
As never king was had.—Go, one of you,
And bid Bacurius bring Tigranes hither;
And bring the lady with him, that Panthea,
The queen Panthea, sent me word this morning
Was brave Tigranes’ mistress.

[Exeunt two Gentlemen.

Lyg. ’Tis Spaconia.

Arb. Ay, ay, Spaconia.

Lyg. She is my daughter.

Arb. She is so. I could now tell anything
I never heard. Your king shall go so home,
As never man went.

Mar. Shall he go on’s head?

Arb. He shall have chariots easier than air,
That I will have invented; and ne’er think
He shall pay any ransom! And thyself,
That art the messenger, shall ride before him
On a horse cut out of an entire diamond,
That shall be made to go with golden wheels,
I know not how yet.

Lyg. Why, I shall be made
For ever! They belied this king with us,
And said he was unkind.

Arb. And then thy daughter;
She shall have some strange thing; we’ll have the kingdom
Sold utterly and put into a toy,
Which she shall wear about her carelessly,
Somewhere or other.—See, the virtuous queen!—

Enter PANTHEA and I Gentleman.

Behold the humblest subject that you have,
Kneel here before you.

[Kneels.

Pan. Why kneel you to me,
That am your vassal?

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 lawful.

Pan. Is that all?
More willingly than I would draw this air.

Arb. I’ll kiss this hand in earnest.

2 Gent. Sir, Tigranes
Is coming; though he made it strange, at first,
To see the princess any more.

Enter TIGRANES and SPACONIA.

Arb. The queen,
Thou mean’st.—Oh, my Tigranes, pardon me!
Tread on my neck: I freely offer it;
And, if thou be’st so given, take revenge,
For I have injured thee.

Tigr. No; I forgive,
And rejoice more that you have found repentance,
Than I my liberty.

Arb. May’st thou be happy
In thy fair choice, for thou art temperate!
You owe no ransom to the state! Know, that
I have a thousand joys to tell you of,
Which yet I dare not utter, till I pay
My thanks to Heaven for ’em. Will you go
With me, and help me? pray you, do.


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