A King, and No King Part 20

_Arb_.

I will hear no more, Why should there be such musick in a voyce, And sin for me to hear it? All the world May take delight in this, and 'tis d.a.m.nation For me to do so: You are fair and wise And vertuous I think, and he is blest That is so near you as my brother is; But you are nought to me but a disease; Continual torment without hope of ease; Such an unG.o.dly sickness I have got, That he that undertakes my cure, must first O'rethrow Divinity, all moral Laws, And leave mankind as unconfin'd as beasts, Allowing 'em to do all actions As freely as they drink when they desire.

Let me not hear you speak again; yet see I shall but lang[u]ish for the want of that, The having which, would kill me: No man here Offer to speak for her; for I consider As much as you can say; I will not toil My body and my mind too, rest thou there, Here's one within will labour for you both.

_Pan_.

I would I were past speaking.

 

_Gob_.

Fear not Madam, The King will alter, 'tis some sudden rage, And you shall see it end some other way.

_Pan_.

Pray heaven it do.

_Tig_.

Though she to whom I swore, be here, I cannot Stifle my pa.s.sion longer; if my father Should rise again disquieted with this, And charge me to forbear, yet it would out.

Madam, a stranger, and a pris'ner begs To be bid welcome.

_Pan_.

You are welcome, Sir, I think, but if you be not, 'tis past me To make you so: for I am here a stranger, Greater than you; we know from whence you come, But I appear a lost thing, and by whom Is yet uncertain, found here i'th' Court, And onely suffer'd to walk up and down, As one not worth the owning.

_Spa_.

O, I fear _Tigranes_ will be caught, he looks, me-thinks, As he would change his eyes with her; some help There is above for me, I hope.

_Tigr_.

Why do you turn away, and weep so fast, And utter things that mis-become your looks, Can you want owning?

_Spa_.

O 'tis certain so.

_Tigr_.

Acknowledge your self mine.

_Arb_.

How now?

_Tigr_.

And then see if you want an owner.

_Arb_.

They are talking.

_Tigr_.

Nations shall owne you for their Queen.

_Arb_.

_Tigranes_, art not thou my prisoner?

_Tigr_.

I am.

_Arb_.

And who is this?

_Tigr_.

She is your Sister.

_Arb_.

She is so.

_Mar_.

Is she so again? that's well.

_Arb_.

And then how dare you offer to change words with her?

_Tigr_.

Dare do it! Why? you brought me hither Sir, To that intent.

_Arb_.

Perhaps I told you so, If I had sworn it, had you so much folly To credit it? The least word that she speaks Is worth a life; rule your disordered tongue, Or I will temper it.

_Spa_.

Blest be the breath.

_Tigr_.