A King, and No King Part 41

For a Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I, and every subject else think much at it.

_Tigr_.

Let 'em think much, but 'tis more firm than earth: thou see'st thy Queen there.

_Lyg_.

Then have I made a fair hand, I call'd her Wh.o.r.e. If I shall speak now as her Father, I cannot chuse but greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queen: but if I shall speak to you as a States-man, she were more fit to be your wh.o.r.e.

 

_Tigr_.

Get you about your business to _Arbaces_, now you talk idlely.

_Lyg_.

Yes Sir, I will go, and shall she be a Queen? she had more wit than her old Father, when she ran away: shall she be Queen? now by my troth 'tis fine, I'le dance out of all measure at her wedding: shall I not Sir?

_Tigr_.

Yes marry shalt thou.

_Lyg_.

I'le make these withered kexes bear my body two hours together above ground.

_Tigr_.

Nay go, my business requires hast.

_Lyg_.

Good Heaven preserve you, you are an excellent King.

_Spa_.

Farwell good Father.

_Lyg_.

Farwell sweet vertuous Daughter, I never was so joyfull in all my life, that I remember: shall she be a Queen? Now I perceive a man may weep for joy, I had thought they had lyed that said so.

[_Exit_ Lygones.

_Tigr_.

Come my dear love.

_Spa_.

But you may see another may alter that again.

_Tigr_.

Urge it no more, I have made up a new strong constancy, not to be shook with eyes: I know I have the pa.s.sions of a man, but if I meet with any subject that should hold my eyes more firmly than is fit, I'le think of thee, and run away from it: let that suffice.

[_Exeunt all_.

_Enter_ Bacurius _And his Servant_.

_Bac_.

Three Gentlemen without to speak with me?

_Ser_.

Yes Sir.

_Bac_.

Let them come in.

_Enter_ Bessus _with the two Sword-men_.

_Ser_.

They are entred Sir already.

_Bac_.

Now fellows your business? are these the Gentlemen?

_Bes_.

My Lord, I have made bold to bring these Gentlemen, my friends o'th' Sword along with me.

_Bac_.

I am afraid you'l fight then.

_Bes_.

My good Lord, I will not, your Lords.h.i.+p is much mistaken, fear not Lord.

_Bac_.

Sir, I am sorry for't.

_Bes_.