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him come, and say he was not sorry, and he Has she a gift in plucking off your stockings? sleeps for it.

Can she make caudles well, or cut your corps ? bes. Alas! good ignorant old man, let him go, Why do you keep her with you? For a queen, let him go; these courses will undo him. I know, you do contemn her; so should I;

[Exeunt. And every subject else think much at it.

Tigr. Let 'em think much; but 'tis more firm

than earth, ACT V.-SCENE II.

Thou seest thy queen there.

Lyg. Then have I made a fair hand. III The Prison.

shall speak now as her father, I cannot choose

but greatly rejoice that she shall be a queen. Enter LYGONES and BACURIUS.

Tigr. Get you about your business to Arbaces; Bac. My lord, your authority is good, and I | Now you talk idly. am glad it is so ; for my consent would never Lyg. Yes, sir, I will go. hinder you from seeing your own king. I am a And shall she be a queen? She had more wit minister, but not a governor of this state. Yon Than her old father, when she ran away. der is your king; I'll leave you.

[Exit. Shall she be a queen? Now, by my troth, 'tis

fine! Enter TIGRANES and SPACONIA.

I'll dance out of all measure at her wedding: Lyg. There he is,

Shall I not, sir? Indeed, and with him my disloyal child,

Tigr. Yes, marry, shalt thon. Tigr. I do perceive my fault so much, that yet, Lyg. I'll make these wither'd kexos i bear my Methinks, thou shouldst not have forgiven me. body Lyg. Health to your majesty!

Two hours together above ground. Tigr. What, good Lygones! welcome!

Tigr. Nay, go;. What business brought thee hither?

My business requires haste. Lyg. Several businesses!

[Gives a paper.

Lyg. Good Heav'n preserve you ! My public business will appear by this;

You are an excellent king. I have a message to deliver, which,

Spa. Farewell, good father. If it please you so to authorize, is

Lyg. Farewell

, sweet virtuous daughter. An embassage from the Armenian state

I never was so joyful in my life, Unto Arbaces for your liberty.

That I remember! Shall she be a queen ? The offer's there set down; please you to read it. Now I perceive a man may weep for joy;

Tigr. There is no alteration happen'd since I had thought they had lied that said so. I came thence ?

[Exit LYGONES. Lyg. None, sir ; all is as it was.

Tigr. Come, my dear love.
Tigr. And all our friends are well ? Reads. Spa. But you may see another,
Lyg. All very well,

May alter that again.
Spa. Though I have done nothing but what Tigr. Urge it no more:
was good,

I have made up a new strong constancy,
I dare not see my father. It was fault

Not to be shook with eyes. I know I have
Enough not to acquaint him with that good. The passions of a man; but if I meet
Lyg. Madam, I should have seen you.

With any subject that should hold my eyes
Spa. Oh, good sir, forgive me.

More firmly than is fit, I'll think of thee, Lyg. Forgive you! why, I am no kin to you, And run away from it. Let that suffico.

[Exeunt, Spa. Should it be measured by my mean

Indeed you are not.

Lyg. Thou couldst prato, unhappily,
Ere thou couldst go ; 'would thou couldst do as

The House of BACURIUS. well.

Enter BACURIUS and a Servant.
And how does your custom hold out here?
Spa. Sir?

Bac. Three gentlemen without, to speak with

me? Lyg. Are you in private still, or how? Spa. What do you mean?

Serv. Yes, sir. Lyg. Do you take money? Are you come to

Bac. Let them come in. sell sin yet? Perhaps I can help you to liberal clients. Or has not the king cast you off yet?

Enter Bessus, with the two Swordmen. Oh, thou vile creature, whose best commenda

Serv. They are enterid, sir, already. tion is, that thou art a young whore! I would

Bac. Now, fellows, your business? Are these thy mother had lived to see this; or, rather, that

the gentlemen? I had died ere I had seen it!

Bes. My lord, I have made bold to bring these Tigr. Lygones, I have read it, and I like it;

gentlemen, You shall deliver it.

My friends o' th' sword, along with me. Lyg. Well, sir, I will:

Bac. I am But I have private business with you.

Afraid you'll fight, then. Tigr. Speak; what is't?

Bes. My good lord, I will not; Lyg. How has my age deserved so ill of you?

Your lordship is inistaken ; fear not, lord. Methinks, my daughter

Bac. Sir, I am sorry for't. Might have been spared; there were enow be

Bes. I ask no more in honour.-Gentlomen, sides.

You hear my lord is sorry. Tigr. May I not prosper, but she's innocent

Bac. Not that I have beaten you,
As morning light, for me ;'and, I dare swear,

But beaten one that will be beaten;
For all the world.
Lyg. Why is she with you, then?

keres-dry stalks, generally of hemlock; of coin Can she wait on you better than your man? Lygoues means his legs.

am I?



your fellow


One whose dull body will require a lamming,? Bac. 'Sfoot, what a bevy of beaten slaves aro As surieits do the diet, spring and fall.

here! Now, to your swordmen:

Get me a cudgel, sirrah, and a tough one. What come they for, good Captain Stockfish ?

[Exit Servant. Bes. It seems your lordship has forgot my 2 Sw. More of your foot, I do beseech your

lordship. Bac. No, nor your nature neither; though they Bac. You shall, you shall, dog, and

beagle. Things fitter, I must confess, for anything, 1 Sw. O'this side, good my lord. Than my remembrance, or any honest man's: Bac. Off with your swords; What shall these billets do ? be piled up in my For if you hurt my foot, I'll have you flay'd, woodyard ?

You rascals.
Bes. Your lordship holds your mirth still; 1 Sw. Mine's off, my lord.
Heaven continue it!

(They take off their swords. But, for these gentlemen, they come

2 Sw. I beseech your lordship, stay a little ; Bac. To swear you are a coward ? Spare your my strap's book ;

Tied to my cod-piece point. Now, when you I do believe it.

please. Bes. Your lordship still draws wide ;

Bac. Captain, these are your valiant friends; They come to vouch, under their valiant hands, You long for a little too? I am no coward.

Bes. I am very well, I humbly thank your Bac. That would be a show, indeed, worth lordship. seeing. Sirrah,

Bac. What's that in your pocket hurts my toe, Be wise and take money for this motion,2 travel you mongrel ? with't;

Thy buttocks cannot be so hard; out with't And where the name of Bessus has been known, quickly. Or a good coward stirring, 'twill yield more than 2 Sw. [Takes out a pistol.] Here 'tis, sir; a A tilting. This will prove more beneficial to small piece of artillery, you,

That a gentleman, a dear friend of your lordIf you be thrifty, than your captainship,

ship's, And more natural. Men of most valiant hands, Sent me with, to get it mended, sir; for, if you Is this true ?

mark, 2 Sw. It is so, most renowned.

The nose is somewhat loose. Bac. 'Tis somewhat strange.

Bac. A friend of mine, you rascal? 1 Sw. Lord, it is strange, yet true.

I was never wearier of doing nothing, We have examined, from your lordship's foot | Than kicking these two foot-balls.

there To this man's head, the nature of the beatings;

Enter Servant. And we do find his honour is come off

Serv. Here's a good cudgel, sir. Clean and sufficient. This, as our swords shall Bac. It comes too late; I am weary; pr'ythee, help us.

Do thou beat them.
Bac. You are much bound to your bilbo-men;" 2 Sw. My lord, this is foul play,
I am glad you're straight again, captain. 'Twere I'faith, to put a fresh man upon us :

Men are but men, sir.
You would think on some way to gratify them; Bac. That jest shall save your bones.-Cap-
They have undergone a labour for you, Bessus, tain, rally up your rotten regiment, and begone.
Would have puzzled Hercules with all his valour. -I had rather thrash than be bound to kick
2 Sw. Your lordship must understand we are these rascals, till they cried, 'Ho!' Bessus, you

may put your hand to them now, and then you Of the law, that take pay for our opinions; are quit.-Farewell! as you like this, pray visit It is sufficient we have cleared our friend. me again ; 'twill keep me in good breath. [Exit. Bac. Yet there is something due, which I, as 2 Sw. He has a devilish hard foot; I never touch'd

felt the like. In conscience, will discharge.-Captain, I'll pay 1 Sw. Nor I; and yet, I am sure, I have felt This rent for you.

a hundred. Bes. Spare yourself, my good lord ;

2 Sw. If he kick thus i' the dog-days, he will My brave friends aim at nothing but the virtue. be dry-foundred. Bac. That's but a cold discharge, sir, for their What cure now, captain, besides oil of bays ? pains.

Bes. Why, well enough, I warrant you; you 2 Sw. Oh, lord! my good lord!

can go ? Bac. Be not so modest; I will give you some 2 Sw. Yes, Heaven be thank'd! but I feel a thing.

shrewd ache; Bes. They shall dine with your lordship; that's Sure, he's sprang my huckle-bone. sufficient.

1 Sw. I ha' lost a haunch. Bac. Something in hand the while. You Bes. A little butter, friend, a little butter; rogues, you apple-squires,

Butter and parsley is a sovereign matter:
Do you come hither, with your bottled valour, Probatum est.
Your windy froth, to limit out my beatings ? 2 Sw. Captain, we must request

[Kicks them. | Your hand now to our honours. 1 Sw. I do beseech your lordship.

Bes. Yes, marry, shall ye; 2 Sw. Oh, good lord !

And then let all the world come, we are valiant
To ourselves, and there's an end.
1 Sw. Nay, then, we must be valiant Oh, my

1 lamming-beating.

2 Sw. Oh, my small guts!
2 motion-puppet-show.
3 bilbo-men-swordmen.

A plague upon these sharp-toed shoes; they are apple-squires-pimps



no men

That all the destinies should quite forget

Their fix'd decrees, and haste to make us new,
A Room in the Palace.

For other fortunes; mine could not be worse.

Wilt thou now leave me? Enter ARBACES with his sword drawn.

Mar. Heaven put into your bosom temperata Arb. It is resolved: I bore it whilst I could; thoughts! I can no more. Hell, open all thy gates,

I'll leave you, though I fear. [Exit MaRDOSIUS. And I will thorough them: if they be shut,

Arb. Go; thou art honest.
I'll batter 'em, but I will find the place

Why should the hasty errors of my youth
Where the most damn'd have dwelling! Ere I end, Be so unpardonable to draw a sin,
Amongst them all they shall not have a sin, Helpless, upon me?
But I may call it mine; I must begin

With murder of my friend, and so go on
And end

Gob. There is the king;
My life and sins with a forbidden blow

Now it is ripe. Upon myself!

Arb. Draw near, thou guilty man,

That art the author of the loathed'st crime

Five ages have brought forth, and hear mo speak Mar. What tragedy is near?

Curses incurable, and all the evils That hand was never wont to draw a sword, Man's body or his spirit can receive, But it cried · dead' to something.

Be with thee! Arb. Mardonius,

Gob. Why, sir, do you curse me thus ? Have you bid Gobrias come ?

Arb. Why do I curse thee? If there be a man Mar. How do you, sir ?

Subtle in curses, that exceeds the rest, Arb. Well. Is he coming ?

His worst wish on thee! Thou hast broke my Mar. Why, sir, are you thus ?

heart. Why does your hand proclaim a lawless war Gob. How, sir ? Have I preserved you, from Against yourself?

a child, Arb. Thou answer'st me one question with From all the arrows malice or ambition another:

Could shoot at you, and have I this for pay? Is Gobrias coming ?

Arb. 'Tis true, thou didst preserve me, and is Mar. Sir, he is.

that Arb. 'Tis well:

Wert crueller than hardened murderers I can forbear your questions then. Begone! Of infants and their mothers! Thou didst save me, Mar. Sir, I have mark'd

Only till thou hadst studied out a way Arb. Mark less! it troubles you and me. How to destroy me cunningly thyself : Mar. You are more variable than you were. This was a curious way of torturing. Arb. It may be so.

Gob. What do you mean? Mar. To-day no hermit could be humbler Arb. Thou know'st the evils thou hast dono Than you were to us all.

to me! Arb. And what of this?

Dost thou remember all those witching letters Mar. And now you take new rage into your Thou sent'st unto me to Armenin, eyes,

Fillid with the praise of my beloved sister, As you would look us all out of the land.

Where thou extol'dst her beauty? What had I Arb. I do confess it; will that satisfy ?

To do with that? what could her beauty bo I pr’ythee, get thee gone.

To me? And thou didst write how well she Mar. Sir, I will speak.

loved me! Arb. Will ye?

Dost thou remember this? so that I doted Mar. It is my duty.

Something before I saw her. I fear you'll kill yourself; I am a subject,

Gob. This is true, And you shall do me wrong in't; 'tis my cause, Arb. Is it? and, when I was return'd, thou And I may speak.

know'st Arb. Thou art not train'd in sin,

Thou didst pursue it, till thou wound'st mo in It seems, Mardonius. Kill myself! by Heaven, To such a strange and unbelieved affectiou, I will not do it yet; and, when I will,

As good men cannot think on. I'll tell thee, then I shall be such a creature

Gob. This I grant; That thou wilt give me leave without a word. I think I was the cause. There is a method in man's wickedness;

Arb. Wert thou ? Nay, more. It grows up by degrees: I am not come

I think thou meant'st it.
So high as killing of myself; there are

Gob. Sir, I hate a lie.
A hundred thousand sins 'twixt me and it, As I love Heaven and honesty, I did;
Which I must do. I shall come to't at last; It was my meaning.
But, take my oath, not now. Be satisfied,

Arb. Be thine own sad judge;
And get thee hence.

A further condemnation will not need: Mar. I am sorry 'tis so ill.

Prepare thyself to die. Arb. Be sorry, then :

Gob. Why, sir, to die? True sorrow is alone; grieve by thyself.

Arb. Why shouldst thou live? Was ovor yet Mar. I pray you let me see your sword put up offender Before I go; I'll leave you then.

So impudent, that had a thought of mercy, Arb. [Puts up.] Why, so.

After confession of a crime like tbis? What folly is this in thee? is it not

Get out I cannot where thou hurl'st ino in; As apt to mischief as it was before ?

But I can take revenge ; that's all the sweetness Can I not reach it, think'st thou? These are toys Left for me. For children to be pleased with, and not men. Gob. Now is the time. Hear me but speak. Now I am safe, you think: I would the book Arb. No! Yet I will be far more merciful Of Fate were here : my sword is not so sure Than thou wert to me; thou didst steal into me, But I would get it out, and mangle that,

And never gavest me warning. So much time

you that

As I give thee now, had prevented me

Gob. You do not know why you curse thus. For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sins,

Arb. Too well. If thou hast hope that there is yet a prayer You are a pair of vipers; and behold To save thee, turn and speak it to thyself. The serpent you have got! There is no beast, Gob. Sir, you shall know your sins before you But, if he knew it, has a pedigree do 'em :

As brave as mine, for they have more descents; If you kill me

And I am every way as beastly got, Arb. I will not stay then.

As far without the compass of a law, Gob. Know

As they. You kill your father.

Ara. You spend your rage and words in vain, Arb. My father? Though I know it for a lie, And rail upon a guess; hear us a little. Made out of fear, to save thy stained life,

Arb. No, I will never hear, but talk away The very reverence of the word comes 'cross me, My breath, and die. And ties mine arm down.

Gob. Why, but you are no bastard. Gob. I will tell

Arb. How's that? Shall heighten you again: I am thy father;

Ara. Nor child of inine. I charge thee hear me.

Amb. Still you go on
Arb. If it should be so,

In wonders to me.
As 'tis most false, and that I should be found Gob. Pray you, be more patient;
A bastard issue, the despised fruit

I may bring comfort to you.
Of lawless lust, I should no more admire

Arb. I will kneel,

[Kneels. All my wild passions! But another truth? And hear with the obedience of a child. Shall be wrung from thee. If I could come by Good father, speak! I do acknowledge you, The spirit of pain, it should be pour'd on thee, So you bring comfort. *Till thou allow'st thyself more full of lies

Gob. First know, our last king, your supposed Than he that teaches thee.

father, Enter ARANE.

Was old and feeble when he married her,

And almost all the land, as she, past hope Ara. Turn thee about;

Of issue from him. I come to speak to thee, thou wicked man!

Arb. Therefore she took leave Hear me, thou tyrant!

To play the whore, because the king was old : Arb. I will turn to thee;

Is this the comfort ? Hear me, thou strumpet! I have blotted out

Ara. What will you find out The name of mother, as thou hast thy shame.

To give me satisfaction, when you find Ara. My shame! Thou hast less shame than

How you bave injured me? Let fire consume me anything!

If ever I were whore !
Why dost thou keep my daughter in a prison ? Gob. Forbear these starts,
Why dost thou call her sister, and do this? Or I will leave you wedded to despair,
Arb. Cease, thou strange impudence, and As you are now. If you can find a temper,
answer quickly!

[Draw3. My breath shall be a pleasant western wind, If thou contemo'st me, this will ask an answer, That cools and blasts not. And have it.

Arb. Bring it out, good father. [Lies down. Ara. Help me, gentle Gobrias.

I'll lie and listen here as reverently Arb. Guilt dare not help guilt! Though they As to an angel. If I breathe too loud, grow together

Tell me; for I would be as still as night. In doing ill, yet at the punishment

Gob. Our king, I say, was old, and this our They sever, and each flies the noise of other.

queen Think not of help; answer!

Desired to bring an heir, but yet her husband, Ara. I will; to what?

She thought, was past it; and to be dishonest, Arb. To such a thing, as, if it be a truth, I think she would not: if she would have been, Think what a creature thou hast made thyself, The truth is, she was watch'd so narrowly, That didst not shame to do what I must blush And had so slender opportunities, Only to ask thee. Tell me who I am,

She hardly could have been. But yet her cunning Whose son I am, without all circumstance; Found out this way: she feign'd herself with child, Be thou as hasty as my sword will be,

And posts were sent in haste throughout the land, If thou refusest.

And God was humbly thank'd in every church, Ara. Why, you are his son.

That so had blessed the queen; and prayers were Arb. His son ? Swear, swear, thou worse than For her safe going and delivery.

[made woman damn'd!

She feign'd now to grow bigger; and perceived Ara. By all that's good, you are.

This hope of issue made her fear'd, and brought Arb. Then art thou all

A far more large respect from every man, That ever was known bad! Now is the cause

And saw her power increase, and was resolv'd, Of all my strange misfortunes come to light. Since she believed she could not have't indeed, What reverence expect'st thou from a child, At least she would be thought to have a child. To bring forth which thou hast offended Heaven,

Arb. Do I not hear it well! Nay, I will make Thy husband, and the land ? Adulterous witch! No noise at all; but, pray you, to the point, I know now why thou wouldst have poison'd me: Quick as you can! I was thy lust, which thou wouldst have forgot! Gob. Now when the time was full Then, wicked mother of my sins, and me, She should be brought to bed, I had a son Show me the way to the inheritance

Born, which was you. This the queen hearing of I bave by thee, which is a spacious world Moved me to let her have you; and such reasous Of impious acts, that I may soon possess it. She showed me, as she knew well would tie Plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such diseases y secrecy. She swore you should be king; As use to pay lust, recompense thy deed!

Aud, to be short, I did deliver you

Unto her, and pretended you were dead, 1 another truth-ie, a truth of a different nature.

And in mine own house kept a funeral, MASOX.

And had an empty coffin put in earth.


That night this queen feign'd hastily to labour,
And by a pair of women of her own,
Which she had charm'd, she made the world

She was delivered of



grew up, As the king's son, till you were six years old ; Then did the king die, and did leave to me Protection of the realm ; and, contrary To his own expectation, left this queen Truly with child, indeed, of the fair princess Panthea. Then she could have torn her hair, And did alone to me, yet durst not speak In public, for she knew she should be found A traitor, and her tale would have been thought Madness, or anything rather than truth. This was the only cause why she did seek To poison you, and I to keep you safe ; And this the reason why I sought to kindle Some sparks of love in you to fair Panthea, That she might get part of her right again.

Arb. And have you made an end now? Is this If not, I will be still till I be aged, [all? Till all my hairs be silver.

Gob. This is all.
Arb. And is it true, say you too, madam?

Ara. Yes,
Heaven knows, it is most true.

Arb. Panthea, then, is not my sister ?
Gob. No.
Arb. But can you prove this?

Gob. If you will give consent,
Else who dares go about it?

Arb. Give consent! Why, I will have 'em all that know it rack'd To get this from ’em.-All that wait without Come in, whate'er you be, come in, and be Partakers of my joy !--Oh, you are welcome! Enter BESSUS, Gentlemen, MARDONIUS, and

other Attendants. Mardonius, the best news! Nay, draw no nearer; They all shall hear it: I am found No King. Mar. Is that so good news?

Arb. Yes, the happiest news That e'er was heard.

Mar. Indeed, 'twere well for you
If you might be a little less obey'd.

Arb. One call the queen.
Mar Why, she is there!

Arb. The queen,
Mardonius ? Panthea is the queen,
And I am plain Arbaces.-Go some one.
She is in Gobrias' house.- [Exit a Gentleman.

Since I

saw you, There are a thousand things deliver'd to me, You little dream of.

Mar. So it should seem.-My lord, What fury's this?

Gob. Believe me, 'tis no fury; All that he says is truth.

Mar. 'Tis very strange.

Arb. Why do you keep your hats off, gentlemen?
Is it to me? I swear it must not be;
Nay, trust me, in good faith, it must not be.
I cannot now command you; but I pray you,
For the respect you bare me when you took
Me for your king, each man clap on his hat
At my desire.

Mar. We will. But you are not found
So mean a man, but that you may be cover'd
As well as we; may you not ?

Arb. Oh, not here!
You may, but not I, for here is my father
In presence.

Mar. Where?
Arb. Why, there. Oh, the whole story
Would be a wilderness to lose thyself

For ever.-Oh, pardon me, dear father,
For all the idle and unreverend words
That I have spoke in idle moods to you!
I am Arbaces; we all fellow-subjects;
Nor is the queen Panthea now my sister.

Bes. Why, if you remember, fellow-subject
Arbaces, I told you once she was not your sister:
Ay, and she look'd nothing like you.
Arb. I think you did, good Captain Bessus.

Bes. Here will arise another question now amongst the swordmen, whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he is proved No King.

Enter LYGONES. Mar. Sir, here's Lygones, the agent for the Armenian state. Arb. Where is he?-I know your business,

good Lygones. Lyg. We must have our king again, and will. 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 bravo Tigranes' mistress.

[Excunt two Gentlemen. Lyg. 'T'is 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 so go 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 one 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.

Arb. The queen,
Thou mean’st.-Oh, my Tigranes, pardon me!

I made it strange — made it a matter of nicety. scruple.

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