Mar.
I n'ere saw such suddain extremities.
[Exeunt.
Enter Tigranes and Spaconia.
Tigr.
Why? wilt thou have me die Spaconia.
What should I do?
Spa.
Nay let me stay alone,
And when you see Armenia again,
You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I;
Some friend that ever lov'd me or my cause,
Will build me something to distinguish me
From other women, many a weeping verse
He will lay on, and much lament those maids,
That plac'd their loves unfortunately high,
As I have done, where they can never reach;
But why should you go to Iberia?
Tigr.
Alas, that thou wilt ask me, ask the man
That rages in a Fever why he lies
Distempered there, when all the other youths
Are coursing o're the Meadows with their Loves?
Can I resist it? am I not a slave
To him that conquer'd me?
Spa.
That conquer'd thee Tigranes! he has won
But half of thee, thy body, but thy mind
May be as free as his, his will did never
Combate thine, and take it prisoner.
Tigr.
But if he by force convey my body hence,
What helps it me or thee to be unwilling?
Spa.
O Tigranes, I know you are to see a Lady there,
To see, and like I fear: perhaps the hope
Of her make[s] you forget me, ere we part,
Be happier than you know to wish; farewel.
Tigr.
Spaconia, stay and hear me what I say:
In short, destruction meet me that I may
See it, and not avoid it, when I leave
To be thy faithful lover: part with me
Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love,
And I have given gold unto a Captain
That goes unto Iberia from the King,
That he will place a Lady of our Land
With the Kings Sister that is offered me;
Thither shall you, and being once got in
Perswade her by what subtil means you can
To be as backward in her love as I.
Spa.
Can you imagine that a longing maid
When she beholds you, can be pull'd away
With words from loving you?
Tigr.
Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous.
Spa.
Why, I had rather lose you: can my heart
Consent to let my tongue throw out such words,
And I that ever yet spoke what I thought,
Shall find it such a thing at first to lie?
Tigr.
Yet do thy best.
Enter Bessus.
Bes.
What, is your Majesty ready?
Tigr.
There is the Lady, Captain.
Bes.
Sweet Lady, by your leave, I co[u]ld wish my self more full of Courtship for your fair sake.
Spa.
Sir I shall feel no want of that.
Bes.
Lady, you must hast, I have received new letters from the King that require more hast than I expected, he will follow me suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already.
Tigr.
He shall not do so long.
Bes.
Sweet Lady, shall I call you my Charge hereafter?
Spa.
I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please.
Actus Secundus
Enter Gobrias, Bacurius, Arane, Panthe, and Mandane, Waiting-women with Attendants.
Gob.
My Lord Bacurius, you must have regard unto the Queen, she is your prisoner, 'tis at your peril if she make escape.
Bac.
My Lord, I know't, she is my prisoner from you committed; yet she is a woman, and so I keep her safe, you will not urge me to keep her close, I shall not shame to say I sorrow for her.
Gob.
So do I my Lord; I sorrow for her, that so little grace doth govern her: that she should stretch her arm against her King, so little womanhood and natural goodness, as to think the death of her own Son.
Ara.
Thou knowst the reason why, dissembling as thou art, and wilt not speak.
Gob.
There is a Lady takes not after you,
Her Father is within her, that good man
Whose tears weigh'd down his sins, mark how she weeps,
How well it does become her, and if you
Can find no disposition in your self
To sorrow, yet by gracefulness in her
Find out the way, and by your reason weep:
All this she does for you, and more she needs
When for your self you will not lose a tear,
Think how this want of grief discredits you,
And you will weep, because you cannot weep.
Ara.
You talk to me as having got a time fit for your purpose; but you should be urg'd know I know you speak not what you think.
Pan.
I would my heart were Stone, before my softness
Against my mother, a more troubled thought
No Virgin bears about; should I excuse
My Mothers fault, I should set light a life
In losing which, a brother and a King
Were taken from me, if I seek to save
That life so lov'd, I lose another life
That gave me being, I shall lose a Mother,
A word of such a sound in a childs ears
That it strikes reverence through it; may the will
Of heaven be done, and if one needs must fall,
Take a poor Virgins life to answer all.
Ara.
But Gobrias let us talk, you know this fault
Is not in me as in another Mother.
Gob.
I know it is not.
Ara.
Yet you make it so.
Gob.
Why, is not all that's past beyond your help?
Ara.
I know it is.
Gob.
Nay should you publish it before the world,
Think you 'twould be believ'd?
Ara.
I know it would not.
Gob.
Nay should I joyn with you, should we not both be torn and yet both die uncredited?
Ara.
I think we should.
Gob.
Why then take you such violent courses? As for me I do but right in saving of the King from all your plots.
Ara.
The King?
Gob.
I bad you rest with patience, and a time
Would come for me to reconcile all to
Your own content, but by this way you take
Away my power, and what was done unknown,
Was not by me but you: your urging being done
I must preserve my own, but time may bring
All this to light, and happily for all.
Ara.
Accursed be this over curious brain
That gave that plot a birth, accurst this womb
That after did conceive to my disgrace.
Bac.
My Lord Protector, they say there are divers Letters come from Armenia, that Bessus has done good service, and brought again a day, by his particular valour, receiv'd you any to that effect?
Bac.
My Lord Protector, they say there are divers Letters come from Armenia, that Bessus has done good service, and brought again a day, by his particular valour, receiv'd you any to that effect?
Gob.
Yes, 'tis most certain.
Bac.
I'm sorry for't, not that the day was won,
But that 'twas won by him: we held him here
A Coward, he did me wrong once, at which I laugh'd,
And so did all the world, for nor I,
Nor any other held him worth my sword.
Enter Bessus and Spaconia.
Bes.
Health to my Protector; from the King
These Letters; and to your grace Madam, these.
Gob.
How does his Majesty?
Bes.
As well as conquest by his own means and his valiant
C[o]mmanders can make him; your letters will tell you all.
Pan.
I will not open mine till I do know
My Brothers health: good Captain is he well?
Bes.
As the rest of us that fought are.
Pan.
But how's that? is he hurt?
Bes.
He's a strange souldier that gets not a knock.
Pan.
I do not ask how strange that souldier is
That gets no hurt, but whether he have one.
Bes.
He had divers.
Pan.
And is he well again?
Bes.
Well again, an't please your Grace: why I was run twice through the body, and shot i'th' head with a cross-arrow, and yet am well again.
Pan.
I do not care how thou do'st, is he well?
Bes.
Not care how I do? Let a man out of the mightiness of his spirit, fructifie Foreign Countries with his blood for the good of his own, and thus he shall be answered: Why I may live to relieve with spear and shield, such a Lady as you distressed.
Pan.
Why, I will care, I'me glad that thou art well, I prethee is he so?
Gob.
The King is well and will be here to morrow.
Pan.
My prayer is heard, now will I open mine.
Gob.
Bacurius, I must ease you of your charge:
Madam, the wonted mercy of the King,
That overtakes your faults, has met with this,
And struck it out, he has forgiven you freely,
Your own will is your law, be where you please.
Ara.
I thank him.
Gob.
You will be ready to wait upon his Majesty to morrow?
Ara.
I will.
[Exit Arane.
Bac.
Madam be wise hereafter; I am glad I have lost this Office.
Gob.
Good Captain Bessus, tell us the discourse betwixt Tigranes and our King, and how we got the victory.
Pan.
I prethee do, and if my Brother were
In any danger, let not thy tale make
Him abide there long before thou bring him off,
For all that while my heart will beat.
Bes.
Madam let what will beat, I must tell the truth, and thus it was; they fought single in lists, but one to one; as for my own part, I was dangerously hurt but three days before, else, perhaps, we had been two to two, I cannot tell, some thought we had, and the occasion of my hurt was this, the enemy had made Trenches.
Gob.
Captain, without the manner of your hurt be much material to this business, we'l hear't some other time.
Pan.
I prethee leave it, and go on with my Brother.
Bes.
I will, but 'twould be worth your hearing: To the
Lists they came, and single-sword and gantlet was their fight.
Pan.
Alas!
Bes.
Without the Lists there stood some dozen Captains of either side mingled, all which were sworn, and one of those was I: and 'twas my chance to stand next a Captain o'th' enemies side, called Tiribasus; Valiant they said he was; whilst these two Kings were streaching themselves, this Tiribasus cast something a scornful look on me, and ask't me who I thought would overcome: I smil'd and told him if he would fight with me, he should perceive by the event of that whose King would win: something he answered, and a scuffle was like to grow, when one Zipetus offered to help him, I
Pan.
All this is of thy self, I pray thee Bessus tell something of my Brother, did he nothing?
Bes.
Why yes, I'le tell your Grace, they were not to fight till the word given, which for my own part, by my troth I confess I was not to give.
Pan.
See for his own part.
Bac.
I fear yet this fellow's abus'd with a good report.
Bes.
But I
Pan.
Still of himself.
Bes.
Cri'd give the word, when as some of them say, Tigranes was stooping, but the word was not given then, yet one Cosroes of the enemies part, held up his finger to me, which is as much with us Martialists, as I will fight with you: I said not a word, nor made sign during the combate, but that once done.
Pan.
He slips o're all the fight.
Bes.
I call'd him to me, Cosroes said I.
Pan.
I will hear no more.
Bes.
No, no, I lie.
Bac.
I dare be sworn thou dost.
Bes.
Captain said I, so it was.
Pan.
I tell thee, I will hear no further.
Bes.
No? Your Grace will wish you had.
Pan.
I will not wish it, what is this the Lady
My brother writes to me to take?
Bes.
And please your Grace this is she: Charge, will you come near the
Princess?
Pan.
You'r welcome from your Country, and this land shall shew unto you all the kindness that I can make it; what's your name?
Spa.
Thalectris.
Pan.
Y'are very welcome, you have got a letter to put you to me, that has power enough to place mine enemy here; then much more you that are so far from being so to me that you ne're saw me.
Bes.
Madam, I dare pass my word for her truth.
Spa.
My truth?
Pan.
Why Captain, do you think I am afraid she'l steal?
Bes.
I cannot tell, servants are slippery, but I dare give my word for her, and for honesty, she came along with me, and many favours she did me by the way, but by this light none but what she might do with modesty, to a man of my rank.
Pan.