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Familiar as my sleep, or want of money : Into diseases, so shall I, distemper'd,
Shut from the world, and why it should be thus 2 Sw. Embrace him, brother! this man is va Is all I wish to know.
Arb. Why, credit me, I know it by myself, he's valiant.
Panthea, credit me, that am thy brother, 1 Sw. Captain, thou art a valiant gentleman, Thy loving brother, that there is a cause To bide upon, a very valiant man.
Sufficient, yet unfit for thee to know, Bes. My equal friends o' th’ sword, I must re- That might undo thee everlastingly, quest
Only to hear. Wilt thou but credit this? Your hands to this.
By Heav'n, 'tis true; believe it, if thou can'st. 2 Sw. "Tis fit it should be.
Pan. Children and fools are ever credulous, Bes. Boy, get some wine, and pen and ink, And I am both, I think, for I believe. within.
If you dissemble, be it on your head ! Am I clear, gentlemen?
I'll back unto my prison. Yet, methinks, i Sæ. Sir, when the world has taken notice I might be kept in some place where you are ; what we have done,
For in myself I find, I know not what
Bes. I must request you go along, and testify Arb. Fy, you come in a step; what do you mean? to the lord Bacurius, whose foot has struck me, Dear sister, do not so! Alas, Panthea, how you find my cause.
Where I am would you be? why, that's the cause 2 Šu. We will; and tell that lord he must be You are imprison'd, that you may not be rul'd;
Where I am. Or there be those abroad, will rule his lordship. Pan. Then I must endure it, sir. Heav'n
keep you ! Enter ARBACES at one door, and GOBRIAS and
Arb. Nay, you shall hear the cause in short, PANTHEA at another.
And, when thou hear'st it, thou wilt blush for me, Gob. Sir, here's the princess.
And hang thy head down like a violet Arb. Leave us, then, alone;
Full of the morning's dew. There is a way For the main cause of her imprisonment To gain thy freedom; but, 'tis such a one Must not be heard by any but herself. [Exit GoB. As puts thee in worse bondage, and I know You're welcome, sister; and I would to heav'n Thou wouldst encounter fire, and make a proof I could so bid you by another name.
Whether the gods have care of innocents, If you above love not such sins as these, Rather than follow it: Know, that I've lost, Circle my heart with thoughts as cold as snow, The only difference betwixt man and beast, To quench these rising flames that harbour here. My reason. Pan. Sir, does it please you I shall speak ? Pan. Heav'n forbid ! Arb. Please me?
Arb. Nay, it is gone; Ay, more than all the art of music can,
And I am left as far without a bound Thy speech doth please me; for it ever sounds As the wild ocean, that obeys the winds ; As thou brought'st joyful unexpected news : Each sudden passion throws me where it lists, And yet it is not fit thou shouldst be heard ; And overwhelms all that oppose my will. I pray thee, think so.
I have beheld thee with a lustful eye; Pan. Be it so; I will.
My heart is set on wickedness, to act Am I the first that ever had a wrong
Such sins with thee, as I have been afraid So far from being fit to have redress,
To think of. If thou dar'st consent to this, That 'twas unfit to hear it? I will back Which, I beseech thee, do not, thou may'st gain To prison, rather than disquiet you,
Thy liberty, and yield me a content; And wait 'till it be fit.
If not, thy dwelling must be dark and close, Arb. No, do not go ;
Where I may never see thee: For Heav'n knows,
To make a start e'en to thy ravishing.
As killing as the plague, ready to seize thee. Arb. Yes, to me;
Pan. Far be it from me to revile the king ! Though, of thyself, I think thee to be in But it is true, that I shall rather choose As equal a degree of heat or cold,
To search out death, that else would search out As nature can make: Yet, as unsound men
me, Convert the sweetest and the nourishing'st meats. | And in a grave sleep with my innocence,
Than welcome such a sin. It is my fate; What shall we do? Shall we stand firmly here, To these cross accidents I was ordain'd,
And gaze our eyes out? And must have patience; and, but that my eyes Pan. 'Would I could do so! Have more of woman in 'em than my heart, But I shall weep out mine. I would not weep. Peace enter you again! Arb. Accursed man, Arb. Farewell ; and, good Panthea, pray for Thou bought'st thy reason at too dear a rate ; me,
For thou hast all thy actions bounded in (Thy prayers are pure) that I may find a death, With curious rules, when ev'ry beast is free : However soon, before my passions grow, What is there that acknowledges a kindred, That they forget what I desire is sin :
But wretched man? Who ever saw the bull For thither they are tending : If that happen, Fearfully leave the heifer that he lik’d, Then I shall force thee, though thou wert a virgin Because they had one dam ? By vow to Heaven, and shall pull a heap
Pan. Sir, I disturb Of strange, yet uninvented, sin upon me. You and myself too; 'twere better I were gone. Pan. Sir, I will pray for you; yet you shall Arb. I will not be so foolish as I was; know
Stay, we will love just as becomes our births, It is a sullen fate that governs us :
No otherwise : Brothers and sisters may For I could wish, as heartily as you,
Walk hand in hand together ; so will we.
Come nearer: Is there any hurt in this ?
Arb. Faith, there is none at all :
And tell me truly now, is there not one That, as it is, I ne'er shall sway my heart
You love above me? To like another.
Pan. No, by Heav'n. Arb. Then I curse my birth!
Arb. Why, yet you sent unto Tigranes, sister, Must this be added to my miseries,
I'll credit thee; I know thou canst not lie, Pan. There is nothing else :
Thou art all truth. But these, alas ! will separate us more
Pan. But is there nothing else, Than twenty worlds betwixt us.
That we may do, but only walk ? Methinks, Arb. I have liv'd
Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss. To conquer men, and now am overthrown Arb. And so they may, Panthea ; so will we; Only by words, brother and sister. Where And kiss again too; we were scrupulous Have those words dwelling? I will find 'em out, And foolish, but we will be so no more. And utterly destroy 'em ; but they are
Pan. If you have any mercy, let me go Not to be grasp'd : Let them be men or beasts, To prison, to my death, to any thing : And I will cut 'em from the earth; or towns, N feel a sin growing upon my blood, And I will raze 'em, and then blow 'em up: NWorse than all these, hotter I fear than yours. Let 'em be seas, and I will drink 'em off,
Arb. That is impossible ; what should we do?
Arb. So we must ; away!
(E.reunt, several ways. Årb. Panthea,
Enter MARDONIUS and LYGONES.
should ever be their own rewards.
Lyg. I am bound to your nobleness. Alar. Sir, the king has seen your commission, Mar. I may have need of you, and then this and believes it; and freely by this warrant gives
courtesy, you power to visit prince Tigranes, your noble If it be any, is not ill bestow'd. master
But may I civilly desire the rest ? Lyg. I thank his grace, and kiss his hand. I shall not be a hurter, if no helper.
Mar. But is the main of all your business end Lyg. Sir, you shall know: I have lost a foolish ed in this?
daughter, Lyg: I have another, but a worse; I am And with her all my patience ; pilter'd away asham'd! it is a business
By a mean captain of your king's. Mar. You serve a worthy person; and a stran Mar. Stay there, sir : ger, I am sure you are: You may employ me, if If he have reach'd the noble worth of captain, you please, without your purse; such offices | He may well claim a worthy gentlewoman,
Though she were yours, and noble.
Lyg. Is your name Bessus ?
Lyg: Then captain Bessus, you're a rank rasThat might hereafter promise him a good man, cal, without more exordiums; a dirty frozen My cares were so much lighter, and my grave slave! and, with the favour of your friends here, A span yet from me.
I will beat you. Mar. I confess, such fellows
2 Sw. Pray use your pleasure, sir ; you seem Be in all royal camps, and have and must be, to be a gentleman. To make the sin of coward more detested Lyg. Thus, captain Bessus, thus ! Thus twinge In the mean soldier, that with such a foil your nose, thus kick, thus tread upon you. Sets off much valour. By description,
Bes. I do beseech you, yield your cause, sir, I should now guess him to you ; it was Bessus, quickly, I dare almost with confidence pronounce it. Lyg. Indeed, I should have told you that first. Lyg: 'Tis such a scurvy name as Bessus; and, Bes. I take it so. now I think, 'tis he.
1 Sw. Captain, he should, indeed; he is misMar. Captain do you call him ? Believe me, sir, you have a misery
Lyg. Sir, you shall have it quickly, and more Too mighty for your age: A pox upon him !
beating : For that must be the end of all his service. You have stoľn away a lady, captain Coward, Your daughter was not mad, sir ?
And such a one
[Beats him. Lyg. No; 'would she had been !
Bes. Hold, I beseech you, hold, sir; The fault had had more credit. I would do I never yet stole any living thing something.
That had a tooth about it. Mar. I would fain counsel you ; but to what Lyg. I know you dare lye. I know not.
Bes. With none but summer-whores, upon my He's so below a beating, that the women
life, sir : Find him not worthy of their distaves, and My means and manners never could attempt To hang him were to cast away a rope.
Above a hedge or haycock. He's such an airy, thin, unbodied coward,
Lyg. Sirrah, that quits not me: Where is this That no revenge can catch him.
lady? I'll tell you, sir, and tell you truth ; this rascal Do that you do not use to do, tell truth, Fears neither God nor man; h’has been so beaten, Or, by my hand, I'll beat your captain's brains Sufferance has made him wainscot; he has had,
out, Since he was first a slave, at least three hundred Wash 'em, and put 'em in again, that will I. daggers
Bes. There was a lady, sir, I must confess, Set in's head, as little boys do new knives in Once in my charge: The prince Tigranes gave hot meat.
her There's not a rib in's body, o' my conscience, To my guard, for her safety. How I us'd her That has not been thrice broken with dry beat- She may herself report ; she's with the prince ing;
now. And now his sides look like two wicker targets, I did but wait upon her like a groom, Every way bended;
Which she will testify, I'm sure: If not, Children will shortly take him for a wall, My brains are at your service, when you please, And set their stone-bows in his forehead.
sir, He is of so base a sense, I cannot in a week ima- And glad I have 'em for gine what shall be done to him.
Lyg. This is most likely. Sir, I ask your par. Lyg. Sure, I have committed some great sin
don, That this base fellow should be made my rod. And am sorry I was so intemperate. I would see him; but I shall have no patience. Bes. Well, I can ask no more. You would
Mar. 'Tis no great matter, if you have not : think it strange now, to have me beat you at first If a laming of him, or such a toy, may do you plea- sight. sure, sir, he has it for you ; and I'll help you to Lyg. Indeed, I would; but, I know, your goodhim. 'Tis no news to him to have a leg broke, ness can forget twenty beatings: You must foror a shoulder out, with being turn'd o'the stones give me. like a tansy. Draw not your sword, if you love Bes. Yes; there's my hand. Go where you it; for, on my conscience, his head will break it; will, I shall think you a valiant fellow for all this? We use him i th' wars like a ram, to shake a Lyg. My daughter is a whore ! wall withal. Here comes the very person of him : feel it now too sensible; yet I will see her; do as you shall find your temper; I must leave Discharge myself from being father to her, you : But if you do not break' him like a bisket, and then back to m country, and there die. you're much to blame, sir. (Exit MAR, Farewell, captain.
Bes. Farewell, sir, farewell ! Commend me to tion is, that thou art a young whore! I would the gentlewoman, I pray.
thy mother had liv'd to see this; or, rather, that i Sw. How now, captain? bear up, man. I had died ere I had seen it! Why didst not
Bes. Gentlemen o'the sword, your hands once make me acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd more; I have been kick'd again; but the foolish to be a whore ? fellow is penitent, h’as ask'd me mercy, and my I would have seen thy hot lust satisfied honour's safe.
More privately: I would have kept a dancer, 2 Sw. We knew that, or the foolish fellow had And a whole concert of musicians, better have kick'd his grandsire.
In my own house, only to fiddle thee. Bes. Confirm, confirm, I pray.
Spa. Sir, I was never whore. 1 Sw. There be our hands again! Now let Lyg. If thou couldst not say so much for thyhim come, and say he was not sorry, and he self, thou shouldst be carted. sleeps for it.
Tigr. Lygones, I have read it, and I like it; Bes. Alas! good ignorant old man, let him go, You shall deliver it. let him go; these courses will undo him.
Lyg. Well, sir, I will :
(Exeunt. But I have private business with you. Enter Lygones and BACURIUS.
Tigr. Speak; what is't?
Lyg. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, Bac. My lord, your authority is good, and I That you can pick no strumpets i’the land, am glad it is so ; for my consent would never But out of my breed ? hinder you from seeing your own king: I am a Tigr. Strumpets, good Lygones? minister, but not a governor of this state. Yon Lyg. Yes; and I wish to have you know, I scorn der is your king; I'll leave you.
[Erit. To get a whore for any prince alive :
And yet scorn will not help ! Methinks, my Enter TIGRANES and SPACONIA.
daughter Lyg. There he is, indeed,
Might have been spar’d; there were enow besides. And with him my disloyal child.
Tigr. May I not prosper but she's innocent Tigr. I do perceive my fault so much, that yet, As morning light, for me ; and, I dare swear, Methinks, thou shouldst not have forgiven me. For all the world. Lyg. Health to your majesty!
Lyg. Why is she with
then ? Tigr. What, good Lygones! welcome! what Can she wait on you better than your man? business
Has she a gift in plucking off your stockings ? Brought thee hither?
Can she make caudles well, or cut your corns? Lyg. Several businesses:
Why do you keep her with you? For a queen, My public business will appear by this;
I know, you do contemn her; so should I; I have a message to deliver, which
And every subject else think much at it. If it pleases you so to authorize, is
Tigr. Let 'em think much; but 'tis more firm An embassage from th’ Armenian state,
than earth, Unto Arbaces for your liberty.
Thou see'st thy queen there. The offer's there set down; please you to read it. Lyg. Then have I made a fair hand! I call'd
Tigr. There is no alteration happen'd since her whore. If I shall speak now as her father, I came thence?
I cannot choose but greatly rejoice that she shall Lyg. None, sir; all is as it was.
be a queen: But if I should speak to you as a Tigr. And all our friends are well ?
statesman, she were more fit to be your whore. Lyg. All very well.
Tigr. Get you about your business to ArSpa. Though I have done nothing but what
baces; was good,
Now you talk idly. I dare not see my father : It was fault
Lyg. Yes, sir, I will go.
Lyg. Madam, I should have seen you. Than her old father, when she ran away:
Shall she be queen? Now, by my troth, 'tis fine! Lyg. Forgive you ! why, I am no kin t’you, am I? I'll dance out of all measure at her wedding :
Spa. Should it be measur'd by my mean deserts, Shall I not, sir ? Indeed you are not.
Tigr. Yes, marry, shalt thou. Lyg. Thou couldst prate, unhappily,,
Lyg. I'll make these wither'd kexes bear my Ere thou couldst go ; 'would thou couldst do as
Two hours together above ground. And how does your custom hold out here?
Tigr. Nay, go; Spa. Sir?
My business requires haste. Lyg. Are you in private still, or how?
Lyg. Good Heav'n preserve you ! Spa. What do you mean?
You are an excellent king. Lyg. Do you take money? Are you come to Spa. Farewell, good father. sell sin yet? Perhaps, I can help you to liberal Lyg. Farewell, sweet virtuous daughter. clients : 'Or has not the king cast you off yet? I never was so joyful in my life, Oh, thou vile creature, whose best commenda- | That I remember! Shall she be a queen?
Now I perceive a man may weep for joy ; | man's head, the nature of the beatings; and we I had thought they had lyed that said so.
do find his honour is come off clean and suffi
(Exit LYG. cient: This, as our swords shall help us. Tigr. Come, my dear love.
Bac. You are much bound to your bilbo men; Spa. But you may see another,
I'm glad you're straight again, captain. 'Twere May alter that again.
good you would think some way how to gratify Tyr. Urge it no more :
them; they have undergone a labour for you, have made up a new strong constancy, Bessus, would have puzzled Hercules with all his Not to be shook with eyes. I know I have valour. The passions of a man; but if I meet
2 Sw. Your lordship must understand we are With any subject that should hold my eyes no men o'th' law, that take pay for our opinions; More firmly than is fit, I'll think of thee, it is sufficient we have clear'd our friend. And run away from it: Let that suffice. [Ereunt, Bac. Yet there is something due, which I, as
touch'd in conscience, will discharge. Captain, Enter BACURIUS and a Servant,
I'll pay this rent for you. Bac. Three gentlemen without, to speak with Bes. Spare yourself, my good lord ; my brave
friends aim at nothing but the virtue. Serr. Yes, sir.
Bac. That's but a cold discharge, sir, for the Bac. Let them come in.
pains. Enter BESSUS with the two Sword-inen.
2 Sw. Oh, lord ! my good lord !
Bac. Be not so modest ; I will give you someSero. They are enter'd, sir, already.
thing. Bae. Now, fellows, your business? Are these
Bes. They shall dine with your lordship; that's the gentlemen ?
sufficient. Bes. My lord, I have made bold to bring these Bac. Something in hand the while. You rogues, gentlemen, my friends o'th'sword, along with me. you apple-squires, do you come hither, with your Buc: I am afraid you'll fight, then.
bottled valour, your windy froth, to limit out my Bes. My good lord, I will not ;
beatings? Your lordship is mistaken ; fear not, lord.
i Sw. I do beseech your lordship. Bac. Sir, I am sorry for't.
2 Sw. Oh, good lord ! Bes. I ask no more in honour. Gentlemen, Bac. 'Sfoot, what a bevy of beaten slaves are you hear my lord is sorry.
here! Get me a cudgel, sirrah, and a tough one. Bac. Not that I have beaten you,
2 Sw. More of your foot, I beseech your lordBut beaten one that will be beaten;
ship. One whose dull body will require a laming, Bac. You shall, you shall, dog, and your fellow As surfeits do the diet, spring and fall.
beagle. Now to your sword-men:
i Sw. O' this side,
lord. What come they for, good captain Stockfish ? Bac. Off with your swords; for if you hurt my Bes. It seems your lordship has forgot my foot, I'll have you flead, you rascals.
i Su, Mine's off, my
lord. Bae. No, nor your nature neither; though they 2 Sø. I beseech your lordship, stay a little ; are things fitter, I must confess, for any thing my strap’s tied to my cod-piece point: Now, than my remembrance, or any honest inan's: when
you please. What' shall these billets do? be pild up in my Bac. Captain, these are your valiant friends ; wood-yard?
you long for a little too? Bes
. Your lordship holds your mirth still, Bes. I am very well, I humbly thank your lordHeav'n continue it! But, for these gentlemen, ship.
Bac. What's that in your pocket hurts my Bac. To swear you are a coward: Spare your toe, you mungrel ? Thy buttocks cannot be so book ; I do believe it.
hard; out with it quickly. Bes. Your lordship still draws wide ; they cotne 2 Sw. Here ʼtis, sir ; a small piece of artillery, to vouch, under their valiant hands, I am no that a gentleman, a dear friend of your lordship's, coward.
sent me with, to get it mended, sir ; for, if you Bac. That would be a show, indeed, worth mark, the nose is somewhat loose. seeing. Sirs, be wise and take money for this Bač. A friend of mine, you rascal ? I was never motion, travel with it; and where the name of wearier of doing nothing, than kicking these two Bessus has been known, or a good coward stir-foot-balls. ring, 'twill yield more than a tilting. This will prove more beneficial to you, if you be thrifty,
Enter Servant. than
your captainship, and more natural. Men Sero. Here is a good cudgel, sir. of most valiant hands, is this true ?
Bar. It comes too late; I am weary; prithee, 2 Sw. It is so, most renowned.
do thou beat them. Buc. 'Tis somewhat strange.
2 Sw. My lord, this is foul play, i'faith, to put 1 Sa. Lord, it is strange, yet true. We have a fresh man upon us : "Men are but men, sir. examined, from your lordship's foot there to this Bac. That jest shall save your bones. Cap