A King, and No King Part 66

O not here, You may, but not I, for here is my Father in presence.

_Mar_.

Where?

_Arb_.

Why there: O the whole storie Would be a wildernesse to loose thy selfe For ever; O pardon me deare Father, For all the idle, and unreverent words That I have spoke in idle moodes to you: I am _Arbaces_, we all fellow subjects, Nor is the Queene _Panthea_ now my Sister.

 

_Bes_.

Why if you remember fellow subject _Arbaces_, I tolde you once she was not your sister, I say she look't nothing like you.

_Arb_.

I thinke you did good Captaine _Bessus_.

_Bes_.

Here will arise another question now amongst the Swordmen, whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he's prov'd no King.

_Enter Ligones_.

_Ma_.

Sir, heres _Ligones_ The Agent for the Armenian King.

_Arb_.

Where is he, I know your businesse good _Ligones_.

_Lig_.

We must have our King againe, and will.

_Arb_.

I knew that was your businesse, you shall have You King againe, and have him so againe As never King was had. Goe one of you And bid _Bacurius_ bring _Tigranes_ hither, And bring the Ladie with him, that _Panthea_ The Queene _Panthea_ sent me word this morning Was brave _Tigranes_ mistresse.

_Lig_.

Tis _s.p.a.conia_.

_Arb_.

I, I, _s.p.a.conia_.

_Lig_.

She is my daughter.

_Arb_.

Shee is so, I could now tell any thing I never heard; your King shall goe so home As never man went.

_Mar_.

Shall he goe on's head?

_Arb_.

He shall have Chariots easier than ayre That I will have invented; and nere thinke He shall pay any ransome; and thy selfe That art the Messenger shall ride before him On a Horse cut out of an entire Diamond, That shall be made to goe with golden wheeles, I know not how yet.

_Lig_.

Why I shall be made For ever, they belied this King with us And sayd he was unkind.

_Arb_.

And then thy daughter, She shall have some strange thinke, wele have the Kingdome Sold utterly, and put into a toy.

Which she shall weare about her carelesly Some where or other.

See the vertuous Queene.

_Enter Pan_.

Behold the humblest subject that you have Kneele here before you. _Pan_. Why kneele you To me that am your va.s.sall?

_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 lawfull.

_Pan_.

Is that all?

More willingly, then I would draw this ayre.

_Arb_.

Ile kisse this hand in earnest.