A King, and No King Part 39

Sir, you shall have it quickly, and more beating, you have stoln away a Lady, Captain coward, and such an one.

_beats him_.

_Bes_.

Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir, I never yet stole any living thing that had a tooth about it.

_Lyg_.

 

I know you dare lie.

_Bes_.

With none but Summer Wh.o.r.es upon my life Sir, my means and manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay-c.o.c.k.

_Lyg_.

Sirra, that quits not me, where is this Lady? do that you do not use to do; tell truth, or by my hand, I'le beat your Captains brains out, wash'em, and put 'em in again, that will I.

_Bes_.

There was a Lady Sir, I must confess, once in my charge: the Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety, how I us'd her, she may her self report, she's with the Prince now: I did but wait upon her like a groom, which she will testife I am sure: if not, my brains are at your service when you please Sir, and glad I have 'em for you.

_Lyg_.

This is most likely, Sir, I ask you pardon, and am sorry I was so intemperate.

_Bes_.

Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me beat you at first sight.

_Lyg_.

Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty beatings, you must forgive me.

_Bes_.

Yes there's my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a valiant fellow for all this.

_Lyg_.

My da[u]ghter is a Wh.o.r.e, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then back to my Country, and there die, farwell Captain.

[_Exit Lygo_.

_Bes_.

Farwell Sir, farwell, commend me to the gentlewoman I pray.

_1 Sword_.

How now Captain? bear up man.

_Bes_.

Gentlemen o'th'sword, your hands once more; I have been kickt agen, but the foolish fellow is penitent, has askt me Mercy, and my honour's safe.

_2 Sword_.

We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his grandsir.

_Bes_.

Confirm, confirm I pray.

_1 Sword_.

There be our hands agen, now let him come and say he was not sorry, and he sleeps for it.

_Bes_.

Alas good ignorant old man, let him go, let him go, these courses will undo him.

[_Exeunt clear_.

_Enter_ Lygones _And_ Bacurius.

_Bac_.

My Lord, your authority is good, and I am glad it is so, for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your own King, I am a Minister, but not a governor of this State, yonder is your King, I'le leave you.

[_Exit_.

_Enter_ Tigranes _And_ s.p.a.conia.

_Lyg_.

There he is indeed, and with him my disloyal child.

_Tigr_.

I do perceive my fault so much, that yet me thinks thou shouldst not have forgiven me.

_Lyg_.

Health to your Majesty.

_Tigr_.