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Bes. By this light, but I will; any thing what if you have a mind to your mother, tell me, and

you shall see I'll set it hard. Arb. But I shall name the thing

Arb. My mother! Heav'n forgive me, to hear Thy conscience will not suffer thee to do.

this ! Bes. I would fain hear that thing.

I am inspir'd with horror. Now I hate thee Arb. Why, I would have thee get my sister for Worse than my sin; which, if I could come by,

Should suffer death eternal, ne'er to rise Thou understand'st me, in a wicked manner. In any breast again. Know, I will die

Bes. Oh, you would have a bout with her? I'N Languishing mad, as I resolve I shall, do't, I'll do't, i'faith.

Ere I will deal by such an instrument:
Arb. Wilt thou? dost thou make no more on't? Thou art too sinful to employ in this.
Bes. More ? No. Why, is there any thing else? Out of the world, away!
If there be, trust me, it shall be done too. Bes. What do you mean, sir?

Arb. Hast thou no greater sense of such a sin? Arb. Hung round with curses, take thy fearful Thou art too wicked for my company,

flight Though I have hell within me, and mayst yet

Into the desarts; where 'mongst all the monsters, Corrupt me further ! Prithee, answer me,

If thou find’st one so beastly as thyself, How do I shew to thee after this motion ? Thou shalt be held as innocent !

Bes. Why, your majesty looks as well, in my Bes. Good sir opinion, as ever you did since you were born. Arb. If there were no such instruments as thou,

Arb. But thou appear'st to me, after thy grant, We kings could never act such wicked deeds. The ugliest, loathed, detestable thing

Seek out a man that mocks divinity, That I have ever met with. Thou hast eyes That breaks each precept both of God and man, Like flames of sulphur, which, methinks, do dart And Nature too, and does it without lust, Infection on me; and thou hast a mouth Merely because it is a law, and good, Enough to take me in, where there do stand And live with

him; for him thou canst not spoil. Four rows of iron teeth.

Away, I say! I will not do this sin. (Erit Bes. Bes. I feel no such thing: But 'tis no matter I'll press it here, 'till it do break my breast: how I look; I'll do your business as well as they It heaves to get out; but thou art a sin, that look better. And when this is dispatch’d, | And, spite of torture, I will keep thee in. (Erit.




Into a thousand glories, bearing his fair branches

High as our hopes can look at, strait as justice, Gob. Have you written, madam?

Loaden with ripe contents. He loves you dearly; Pan. Yes, good Gobrias.

I know it, and, I hope, I need not further
Gob. And with a kindness and such winning Win you to understand it.

Pan. I believe it;
As may provoke him, at one instant, feel But, howsoever, I am sure I love him dearly:
His double fault, your wrong, and his own rash- So dearly, that if any thing I write

For my enlarging should beget his anger, Pan. I have sent words enough, if words may Heav'n be a witness with me, and my faith, win him

I had rather live entombed here. From his displeasure; and such words, I hope, Gob. You shall not feel a worse stroke than As shall gain much upon his goodness, Gobrias.

your grief; Yet fearing, since they're many, and a woman's, I am sorry 'tis so sharp. I kiss your hand, A poor belief may follow, I have woven And this night will deliver this true story, As many truths within ’em, to speak for me, With this hand to your brother. That if he be but gracious, and receive 'em- Pan. Peace go with you! You are a good man. Gob. Good lady, be not fearful: Though he

(Erit Gob. should not

My Spaconia, why are you ever sad thus ?
Give you your present end in this, believe it, Spa. Oh, dear lady!
You shall feel, if your virtue can induce you Pan. Prithee discover not a way to sadness,
To labour out this tempest (which, I know, Nearer than I have in me. Our two sorrows
Is but a poor proof 'gainst your patience) Work, like two eager hawks, who shall get
All those contents, your spirit will arrive at,

Newer and sweeter to you. Your royal brother, How shall i lessen thine ? for mine, I fear,
When he shall once collect himself, and see Is easier known than cur'd.
How far he has been asunder from himself,

Spa. Heaven comfort both,
What a mere stranger to his golden temper, And give yours happy ends, however I
Must from those roots of virtue, never dying, Fall in my stubborn fortunes.
Though somewhat stopt with humour, shoot again Pan. This but teaches

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How to be more familiar with our sorrows, And with thee, left her liberty, her name,
That are too much our masters. Good Spaconia, And country! You have paid me, equal heav'ns,
How shall I do you service ?

And sent my own rod to correct me with,
Spa. Noblest lady,

A woman ! for inconstancy I'll suffer; You make me more a slave still to your goodness, Lay it on, Justice, 'till my soul melt in me, And only live to purchase thanks to pay you; For my unmanly, beastly, sudden doting, For that is all the business of my life now. Upon a new face; after all my oaths, I will be bold, since you will have it so,

Many, and strange ones. To ask a noble favour of you.

I feel my old fire flame again and burn Pan. Speak it; 'tis yours; for, from so sweet a So strong and violent, that, should I see her virtue,

Again, the grief, and that, would kill me. No ill demand has issue.

Spa. Then, ever-virtuous, let me beg your will Enter BACURIUS and SPACONIA.
In helping me to see the prince Tigranes;

With whom I'm equal prisoner, if not more. Your token I acknowledge; you may pass ;

Pan. Reserve me to a greater end, Spaconia; There is the king.
Bacurius cannot want so much good-manners

Spa. I thank your lordship for it. [Erit Bac. As to deny your gentle visitation,

Tigr. She comes, she comes! Shame hide me Though you came only with your own command.

ever from her! Spa. I know they will deny me, gracious madam, 'Would I were bury'd, or so far remov'd Being a stranger, and so little fam'd,

Light might not find me out! I dare not see her. So utter empty of those excellencies

Spa. Nay, never hide yourself! Or, were you That tame authority: But in you, sweet lady,

hid All these are natural ; beside, a power

Where earth hides all her riches, near her centre, Derived immediate from your royal brother, Whose least word in you may command the My wrongs, without more day, would light me kingdom.

I must speak, ere I die. Were all your greatPan. More than my word, Spaconia, you shall carry,

Doubled upon you, you're a perjur'd man, For fear it fail you.

And only mighty in your wickedness Spa. Dare you trust a token?

Ofwronging women! Thou are false, false, prince! Madam, I fearf am grown too bold a beggar.

I live to see it ; poor Spaconia lives Pan. You are a pretty one; and, trust me, lady, To tell thee thou art false, and then no more! It joys me I shall do a good to you,

She lives to tell thee, thou art more inconstant Though to myself I never shall be happy. Than all ill women ever were together. Here, take this ring, and from me as a token

* Thy faith is firm as raging overflows, Deliver it: I think they will not stay you. That no bank can command ; as lasting So, all your own desires go with you, lady!

As boys' gay bubbles, blown i'th' air and broken ; Spu. And sweet peace to your grace !

The wind is fix'd to thee; and sooner shall. Pan. Pray Heav'n, I find it ! [Ereunt. The beaten mariner, with his shrill whistle,

Calm the loud murmur of the troubled main, Enter TIGRANES, in prison.

And strike it smooth again, than thy soul fall Tigr. Fool that I am! I have undone myself, To have

peace in love with any : Thou art all And with my own hand turn’d my fortune round, That all good men must hate; and if thy story That was a fair one. I have childishly

Shall tell succeeding ages what thou wert, Play'd with my hope so long, 'till I have broke it, Oh, let it spare me in it

, lest true lovers, And now too late i mourn for't. Oh, Spaconia ! In pity of my wrongs, burn thy black legend, Thou hast found an even way to thy revenge now. And with their curses shake thy sleeping ashes ! Why didst thou follow me, like a faint shadow,- Tigr. Oh! oh! To wither my desires ? But, wretched fool, Spa. The destinies, I hope, have pointed out Why did I plant thee 'twixt the sun and me, Our ends alike, that thou may'st die for love, To make me freeze thus ? why did I prefer her Though not for me; for, this assure thyself, To the fair princess ? Oh, thou fool, thou fool, The princess hates thee deadly, and will sooner Thou family of fools, live like a slave still!.

Be won to marry with a bull, and safer, And in thee bear thine own hell and thy torment; Than such a beast as hou art.--I have struck, Thou hast deserv'd it. Couldst thou find no I fear, too deep; beshrew me for it! Sir, lady,

This sorrow works me, like a cunning friendship, But she that has thy hopes, to put her to, Into the same piece with it; 'tis asham'd! And hazard all thy peace ? none to abuse, Alas, I have been too rugged. Dear my lord, But she that lov'd thee ever, poor Spaconia ? I am sorry I have spoken any thing, And so much lov'd thee, that, in honesty Indeed I am, that may add more restraint And honour, thou art bound to meet her virtues ! To that too much you have. Good Sir, be She, that forgat the greatness of her grief

pleas'a And miseries, that must follow such mad passions, To think it was a fault of love, not malice; Endless and wild in women ! she, that for thee, And do as I will do, forgive it, prince.

I do and can forgive the greatest sins

Mar. 'Tis well said, by my soul. To me you can repent of. Pray believe.

Arb. Sirrah, you answer as you had no life. Tigr. Oh, my Spaconia! Oh, thou virtuous Bac. That I fear, sir, to lose nobly. woman!

Arb. I say, sir, once again, Spa. No more; the king, sir.

Bac. You may say what you please, sir :

Would I might do so. Enter ARBACES, BACURIUS, and MARDONIUS.

Arb. I will, sir; and say openly, this woman Arb. Have you been careful of our noble pri- carries letters: By my life, I know she carries soner?

letters; this woman does it. That he want nothing fitting for his greatness ? Mar. 'Would Bessus were here, to take her Bac. I hope his grace will quit me for my care, s

,sir. aside and search her; he would quickly tell you Arb. 'Tis well. Royal Tigranes, health ! what she carried, sir. Tigr. More than the strictness of this place Arb. I have found it out, this woman carries can give, sir,

letters. I offer back again to great Arbaces.

Mar. If this hold, 'twill be an ill world for Arb. We thank you, worthy prince; and pray bawds, chambermaids, and post-boys. I thank excuse us,

Heav'n, I have none but his letters-patents,
We have not seen you since your being here. things of his own inditing.
I hope your noble usage has been equal

Arb. Prince, this cunning cannot do't.
With your own person: Your imprisonment, T'igr. Do what, sir? I reach you not.
If it be any, I dare say, is

Arb. It shall not serve your turn, prince.
And shall not out-last two days.

Tigr. Serve my turn, sir? Tigr. I thank you.

Arb. Ay, sir, it shall not serve your turn. My usage here has been the same it was,


Be plainer, good sir. Worthy a royal conqueror. For my restraint, Arb. This woman shall carry no more letters It came unkindly, because much unlook'd-for;

back to your love Panthea ; by Heav'n, she shall But I must bear it.

not; I say she shall not. Arb. What lady's that, Bacurius ?

Mar. This would make a saint swear like a Bac. One of the princess' women, sir.

soldier, and a soldier like Termagant. Arb. I fear'd it. "Why comes she hither?

Tigr. This beats me more, king, than the Bac. To speak with the prince Tigranes.

blows you gave me. Arb. From whom, Bacurius ?

Arb. Take 'em away both, and together let Bac. From the princess, sir.

them prisoners be, strictly and closely kept; or, Arb. I knew I had seen her.

sirrah, your life shall answer it; and let nobody Mar. His fit begins to take him now again. speak with 'em hereafter. 'Tis a strange fever, and 'twili shake us all anon, Tigr. Well, I am subject to you, I fear. Would he were well cur'd of this raging And must endure these passions. folly: Give me the wars, where men are mad,

Spa. This is th' imprisonment I have look'd and may talk what they list, and held the bra

for always, vest fellows; this pelting prating peace is good And the dear place I would choose. for nothing: Drinking's a virtue to't.

[Ereunt TIGR. SPA. BAC. Arb. I see there's truth in no man, nor obe

Mar. Sir, have you done well now?

Arb. Dare you reprove it?
But for his own ends: Why did you let her in ? Mar. No.
Bac. It was your own command to bar none Arb. You must be crossing me.
from him :

Mar. I have no letters, sir, to anger you,
Besides, the princess sent her ring, sir, for my But a dry sonnet of my corporals,

To an old sutler's wife; and that I'll burn, sir. Arb. A token to Tigranes, did she not? 'Tis like to prove a fine age for the ignorant. Sir, tell truth.

Arb. How dar’st thou so often forfeit thy life! Bac. I do not use to lie, sir.

Thou know'st 'tis in my power to take it. 'Tis no way I eat, or live by; and I think

Mar. Yes, and I know you wo'not; or, if you This is no token, sir.

do, you'll miss it quickly. Mar. This combat has undone him: If he had

Årb. Why? been well beaten, he had been temperate. I Mar. Who shall tell you of these childish shall never see him handsome again, 'till he

follies, have a horseman's staff yok'd through his shoul. When I am dead? who shall put-to his power ders, or an arm broke with a bullet.

To draw those virtues out of a flood of humours, Arb. I am trifled with.

When they are drown'd, and make'em shine again? Bac. Sir?

No, cut my head off: Arb. I know it, as I know thee to be false.

Then you may talk, and be believ'd, and grow Mar. Now the clap comes.

worse, Bac. You never knew me so, sir, I dare speak it; And have your too-self-glorious temper rock'd And, durst a worse man tell me, though my bet- Into a deep sleep, and the kingdom with you;



'Till foreign swords be in your throats, and Which, if she knew, she would contentedly slaughter

Be where she is, and bless her virtues for it, Be every where about you, like your flatterers. And me, though she were closer: She would, Do, kill me!

Gobrias; Arb. Prithee, be tamer, good Mardonius.I Good man, indeed, she would. Thou know'st I love thee; nay, I honour thee; Gob. Then, good sir, for her satisfaction, Believe it, good old soldier, I am thine: Send for her, and, with reason, make her know But I am rack'd clean from myself! Rear with | Why she must live thus from you. me!

Arb. I will. Go bring her to me. [Ereunt. Woo't thou bear with me, my Mardanius?

Enter Bessus, two Sword-men, and a Boy. Enter GOBRIAS.

Bes. You're very welcome, both! Some stools Mar. There comes a good man; love him too;

there, boy; he's temperate;

And reach a table. Gentlemen o'th' sword, You may live to have need of such a virtue: Pray sit, without more compliment. Be gone, Rage is not still in fashion.

child! Arb. Welcome, good Gobrias.

I have been curious in the searching of you, Gob. My service, and this letter, to your grace. Because I understand you wise and valiant perArt. From whom? Gob. From the rich mine of virtue and beauty,

1 Sw. We understand ourselves, sir. Your mournful sister.

Bes. Nay, gentlemen, and dear friends o' th' Arb. She is in prison, Gobrias, is she not?

sword, Gob. She is, sír, till your pleasure do enlarge No compliment, I pray; but to the cause her,

I hang upon, which, in few, is


honour. Which on my knees I beg. Oh, 'tis not fit, 2 Św. You cannot hang too much, sir, for That all the sweetness of the world in one,

your honour, The youth and virtue that would tame wild tigers, But to your cause. And wilder people, that have known no manners, Bes. Be wise, and speak truth. Should live thus cloister'd up! For your love's My first doubt is, my beating by my prince. sake,

i Sw. Stay there a little, sir: Do you doubt If there be any in that noble heart

a beating? To her, a wretched lady, and forlorn ;

Or, have you had a beating by your prince? Or for her love to you, which is as much

Bes. Gentlemen o' th' sword, my prince has As nature and obedience ever gave,

beaten me. Have pity on her beauties.

2 Sw. Brother, what think you of this case ? Arb. Pray thee, stand up: 'Tis true, she is too 1 Sw. If he has beaten him, the case is clear. fair,

2 Sw. If he have beaten him, I grant the case. And all these commendations but her own: But how? we cannot be too subtle in this busiWould thou hadst never so commended her, Or I ne'er livd to have heard it, Gobrias ! HE


but how? If thou but knew'st the wrong her beauty does Bes. Even with his royal hand. her,

1 Sw. Was it a blow of love, or indignation ? Thou would'st, in pity of her, be a liar.

Bes. 'Twas twenty blows of indignation, genThy ignorance has drawn me, wretched man,

tlemen; Whither myself, nor thou, canst well tell. Oh, Besides two blows o'th' face. my fate!

2 Sw. Those blows o'th' face have made a I think she loves me, but I fear another

new cause on't; Is deeper in her heart: How think’st thou, Go- The rest were but an honourable rudeness. brias?

i Sw. Two blows o'th' face, and given by a Gob. I do beseech your grace, believe it not; worse man, I must confess, as the sword-men say, For, let me perish, if it be not falsek LOVE)

had turn'd the business: Mark me, brother, by a Good sir, read her letter.

worse man: But, being by his prince, had they Mar. This love, or what a devil it is, I know been ten, and those ten drawn ten teeth, besides not, begets more mischief than a wake. I had the hazard of his nose for ever; all this had been rather be well beaten, starv'd, or lousy, than but favours. This is my flat opinion, which I'll live within the air on't. He, that had seen this die in. brave fellow charge through a grove of pikes but 2 Sw. The king may do much, captain, believe p'other day, and look upon hiin now, will ne'er it; for had he crack'd your skull through, like a believe bis eyes again. If he continue thus but bottle, or broke a rib or two with tossing of you, two days more, a tailor may beat him, with one yet you had lost no honour. This is strange, hand tied behind him.

you may imagine, but this is truth now, captain. Arb. Alas, she would be at liberty ;,

Bes. I will be glad to embrace it, gentlemen. And there be thousand reasons, Gobrias, But how far may he strike me? Thousands, that will deny't;

1 Sw. There is another ; a new cause rising




from the time and distance, in which I will deliver my opinion. He may strike, beat, or cause to be beaten; for these are natural to man: Your prince, I say, may beat you so far forth as his dominion reacheth; that's for the distance; the time, ten miles a-day, I take it. 2 Sw. Brother, you err, 'tis fifteen miles a

His stage is ten, his beatings are fifteen.

Bes. "Tis of the longest, but we subjects must-
1 Sw. Be subject to it: You are wise and vir-

Bes. Obedience ever makes that noble use on't,
To which I dedicate my beaten body.
I must trouble you a little further, gentlemen o'

th' sword. 2 Sw. No trouble at all to us, sir, if we may Profit

your understanding: We are bound, By virtue of our calling, to utter our opinion Shortly, and discreetly.

Bes. My sorest business is, I have been kick'd. 2 Sw. How far, sir?

Bes. Not to flatter myself in it, all over: My sword lost, but not forc'd; for discreetly I render'd it, to save that imputation. 1 Sw. It shew'd discretion, the best part of

valour. 2 Sw. Brother, this is a pretty case ; pray pon

der on't:
Our friend here has been kick’d.

1 Sw. He has so, brother.
2 Sw. Sorely, he says. Now, had he set down

here, Upon the mere kick, 't had been cowardly. i Sw. I think, it had been cowardly, indeed. 2 Sa. But our friend has redeem'd it, in deli

His sword without compulsion; and that man
That took it of him, I pronounce a weak one,
And his kicks nullities.
He should have kick'd him after the delivery,
Which is the confirmation of a coward.

1 Sw. Brother, I take it you mistake the quesFor, say, that I were kick’d.

2 Sw. I must not say so; Nor I must not hear it spoke by th’ tongue of

But to the boy: Suppose, the boy were kick’d.

Bes. I do suppose it. 1 Sw. Has your boy a sword? Bes. Surely, no; I pray, suppose a sword too.

1 Sw. I do suppose it. You grant, your boy was kick'd then.

w. By no means, captain ; let it be supposed still; the word grant makes not for us.

! Sw. I say, this must be granted. 2 Sw. This must be granted, brother? i Sw. Ay, this must be granted. 2 Sw. Still, this must ? 1 Sr. I say, this must be granted. 2 Sw. Ay! give me the must again! Brother,

you palter. i Sw. I will not hear you, wasp.

2 Sw. Brother, I say you palter; the must three times together! I wear as sharp steel as another man, and my fox bites as deep. Musted, my dear brother! But to the cause again.

Bes. Nay, look you, gentlemen! 2 Sw. In a word, I ha' done.

i Sw. A tall man, but intemperate ; 'tis great pity. Once more, suppose the boy kick'd.

2 Sw. Forward.

1 Sw. And, being thoroughly kick d, laughs at the kicker.

2 Sw. So much for us. Proceed. i Sw. And in this beaten scorn, as I may call

it, Delivers


his weapon; where lies the error ? Bes. It lies i' th' beating, sir: I found it four days since.

2 Sw. The error, and a sore one, as I take it, Lies in the thing kicking.

Bes. I understand that well; 'tis sore indeed, sir.

1 Sw. That is according to the man that did it.

2 Sw. There springs a new branch : Whose was the foot ?

Bes. A lord's.
1 Sw. The cause is mighty; but, had it been

two lords, And both had kick'd you, if you laughd, 'tis clear.

Bes. I did laugh; But how will that help me, gentlemen ? 2 Sw. Yes, it shall help you, if you laugh'd

aloud. Bes. As loud as a kick'd man could laugh, I laugh’d, şir. i Sw. My reason now: The valiant man is

known By suffering and contemning; you have Enough of both, and you are valiant.

2 Sw. If he be sure he has been kick'd enough: For that brave sufferance you speak of, brother, Consists not in a beating and away, But in a cudgeld body, from eighteen To eight and thirty ; in a head rebuk'd With pots of all size, daggers, stools, and bed

staves : This shews a valiant man. Bes. Then I am valiant, as valiant as the proud

est; For these are all familiar things to me;



You kick’d, dear brother! You're merry.

1 Sw. But put the case, I were kick’d.

2 Sw. Let them put it, that are things weary of their lives, and know not honour! Put the case, you were kick'd!

1 Sw. I do not say, I was kick’d.

2 Sw. Nor no silly creature that wears his head without a case, his soul in a skin-coat. You kick’d, dear brother !

Bes. Nay, gentlemen, let us do what we shall


Truly and honestly. Good sirs, to the question.

1 Sw. Why, then, I say, suppose your boy kick’d, captain.

2 Sw. The boy, may be suppos’d, is liable. But, kick my brother!

i Sw. A foolish forward zeal, sir, in my friend.

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