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tain, rally up your rotten regiment, and be gone. Mar. You are more variable than you were. I had rather thresh than be bound to kick these Arb. It may be so. rascals, 'till they cry'd, 'ho!' Bessus, you may Mar. Today no hermit could be humbler put your hand to them now, and then you are Than you were to us all. quit. Farewell! as you like this, pray visit me Arb. And what of this? again ; 'twill keep me in good health. [Erit. Mar. And now you take new rage into your 2 Sw. H'as a devilish hard foot ; I never felt
eyes, the like.
As you would look us all out of the land. 1 Sw. Nor I; and yet, I am sure, I have felt Årb. I do confess it; will that satisfy? a hundred.
get thee gone. 2 Sw. If he kick thus i'th' Dog-days, he will Mar. Sir, I will speak. be dry-foundred. What cure now, captain, be- Arb. Will ye? sides oil of bays ?
Mar. It is my duty. Bes. Why, well enough, I warrant you; you I fear you'll kill yourself: I am a subject, can go ?
And you shall do me wrong in't; 'tis my cause, 2 Sw. Yes, Heav'n be thank'd! but I feel a And I may speak. shrewd ache ; sure, he's sprang my huckle-bone. Arb. Thou art not train'd in sin, i Sw. I ha' lost a haunch.
It seems, Mardonius : Kill myself! by Heav'n, Bes. A little butter, friend, a little butter ; but I will not do it yet; and, when I will, ter and parsley is a sovereign matter: Probatum I'll tell thee, then I shall be such a creature, est.
That thou wilt give me leave without a word. 2 Sw. Captain, we must request your hand There is a method in man's wickedness; now to our honours.
It grows up by degrees: I am not come Bes. Yes, marry, shall ye ; and then let all the So high as killing of myself; there are world come, we are valiant to ourselves, and A hundred thousand sins 'twixt me and it, there's an end.
Which I must do; I shall come to't at last, 1 Sw. Nay, then, we must be valiant. Oh, But, take my oath, not now. Be satisfied,
And get thee hence. 2 Sw. Oh, my small guts! a plague upon these Mar. I'm sorry 'tis so ill. sharp-toed shoes ; they are murderers ! (Exeunt. Arb. Be sorry, then : Enter ARBACES, with his sword drawn.
True sorrow is alone; grieve by thyself.
Mar. I pray you let me see your sword put Arb. It is resolv'd: I bore it whilst I could;
up I can no more. Hell, open all thy gates, Before I go : I'll leave you then. And I will thorough them: If they be shut, Arb. Why so.
What folly is this in thee? is I'll batter 'em, but I will find the place
it not Where the most damn'd have dwelling! Ere I As apt to mischief as it was before? end,
Can I not reach it, think'st thou? These are toys Amongst them all they shall not have a sin, For children to be pleas'd with, and not men. But I may call it mine; I must begin
Now I am safe, you think: I would the book Wi'th' murder of my friend, and so go on Of Fate were here; my sword is not so sure To that incestuous ravishing, and end
But I would get it out, and mangle that, My life and sins with a forbidden blow
That all the destinies should quite forget Upon myself!
Their fix'd decrees, and haste to make us new, Enter MARDONIUS.
Far other fortunes; mine could not be worse.
Wilt thou now leave me? Mar. What tragedy is near?
Mar. Heav'n put into your bosom temperate That hand was never wont to draw a sword,
thoughts ! But it cry'd dead' to something.
I'll leave you, though I fear. [Erit MAR. Arb. Mardonius,
Arb. Go; thou art honest. Have you bid Gobrias come?
Why should the hasty errors of my youth Mar. How do you, sir?
Be so unpardonable to draw a sin, Arb. Well. Is he coming ?
Helpless, upon me?
Gob. There is the king; now it is ripe. Arb. Thou answer'st me one question with Arb. Draw near, thou guilty man, another:
That art the author of the loathed'st crime Is Gobrias coming ?
Five ages have brought forth, and hear me speak Mar. Sir, he is.
Curses incurable, and all the evils
Man's body or his spirit can receive,
Gob. Why, sir, do you curse me thus ?
Arb. Why do I curse thee? If therebe a man Subtle in curses, that exceeds the rest,
His worst wish on thee! Thou hast broke my Gob. You kill your father. heart.
Arb. My father ? Though I know it for a lye, Gob. How, sir! Have I preserv'd you, from a Made out of fear, to save thy stained life, child,
The very rev’rence of the word comes cross me, From all the arrows malice or ambition
And ties mine arm down. Could shoot at you, and have I this for pay? Gob. I will tell you that shall heighten you Arb. 'Tis true, thou didst preserve me, and in
I am thy father ; I charge thee hear me. Wert crueller than hard’ned murderers
Arb. "If it should be so, Of infants and their mothers? Thou didst save As 'tis most false, and that I should be found me,
A bastard issue, the despised fruit Only till thou hadst studied out a way
Of lawless lust, I should no more admire How to destroy me cunningly thyself:
All my wild passions ! But another truth This was a curious way of torturing.
Shall be wrung from thee: If I could come by Gob. What do you mean?
The spirit of pain, it should be poured on thee, Arb. Thou know'st the evils thou hast done to 'Till thou allow'st thyself more full of lyes me!
Than he that teaches thee.
Ara. Turn thee about;
Hear me, thou strumpet! I have blotted out Dost thou remember this ? so that I doted The name of mother, as thou hast thy shame. Something before I saw her.
Ara. My shame! Thou hast less shame than Goli. This is true. Arb. Is it? and, when I was return'd, thou | Why dost thou keep my daughter in a prison ? know'st,
Why dost thou call her sister, and do this? Thou didst pursue it, 'till thou wound'st me in Arb. Cease, thou strange impudence, and anTo such a strange and unbeliev'd affection,
swer quickly! As good men cannot think on.
If thou contemn'st me, this will ask an answer, Gob, This I grant :
And have it.
Ara. Help me, gentle Gobrias.
Arb. Guilt dare not help guilt; though they I think, thou meant'st it.
grow together. Gule Sir, I hate a lye:
In doing ill, yet at the punishment As I love Heav'n and honesty, I did;
They sever, and each flies the noise of other. It was my meaning.
Think not of help; answer! Arb. Be thine own sad judge;
Ara. I will; to what? A further condemnation will not need:
Arb. To such a thing, as, if it be a truth, Prepare thyself to die.
Think what a creature thou hast made thyself, Gob. Why, sir, to die?
That didst not shame to do what I must blush Arb. Why shouldst thou live? was ever yet Only to ask thee. Tell me who I am, offender
Whose son I am, without all circumstance
If thou refusest.
Ara. By all that's good, you are. Gob. Now's the time. Hear me but speak. Arb. Then art thou all Arb No! Yet I will be far more merciful That ever was known bad! Now is the cause Than thou wert to me; thou didst steal into me, Of all my strange misfortunes come to light. And never gav’st me warning: So much time What reverence expect'st thou from a child, As I give thee now, had prevented me
To bring forth which thou hast offended Hear'a, For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sins, Thy husband, and the land ? Adulterous witch! If thou hast hope that there is yet a prayer
I know now why thou wouldst have poison'd me! To save thee, turn and speak it to thyself. was thy lust, which thou wouldst have forgot! Gob. Sir, you shall know your sins, before you Then, wicked mother of my sins, and me,
Shew me the way to the inheritance If you kill me
I have by thee, which is a spacious world Arb. I will not stay then.
Of impious acts, that I may soon possess it. Gob. Know-you kill your father.
Plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such dis. Arb. How?
Left for me.
As use to pay lust, recompence thy deed ! A far more large respect from every man,
Gob. You do not know why you curse thus. And saw her power encrease, and was resolv'd, Arb. Too well.
Since she believ'd she could not have't indeed, You are a pair of vipers; and behold
At least she would be thought to have a child. The serpent you have got! There is no beast, Arb. Do I not hear it well? Nay, I will make But, if he knew it, has a pedigree
No noise at all; but pray you to the point,
Gob. Now when the time was full
She should be brought to bed, I had a son As they
Born, which was you: This, the queen hearing Ara. You spend your rage and words in vain, And rail upon a guess; hear us a little.
Mov'd me to let her have you; and such reasons Arb. No, I will never hear, but talk away She shewed me, as she knew well would tie My breath, and die.
My secrecy : She swore you should be king; Gob. Why, but you are no bastard.
And, to be short, I did deliver you Arb, How's that!
Unto her, and pretended you were dead, Ara. Nor child of mine.
And in mine own house kept a funeral, Arb. Still you go on
And had an empty coffin put in earth. In wonders to me.
That night this queen feign'd hastily to labour, Gob. Pray you, be more patient;
And by a pair of women of her own, I may bring comfort to you.
Which she had charm’d, she made the world be Arb. I will kneel,
lieve And hear with the obedience of a child.
She was deliver'd of you. You grew up, Good father, speak! I do acknowledge you, As the king's son, till you were six years old; So you bring comfort.
Then did the king die, and did leave to me Gob. First know, our last king, your supposed Protection of the Pealm ; and, contrary father,
To his own expectation, left this queen Was old and feeble when he married her, Truly with child, indeed, of the fair princess And almost all the land, as she, past hope
Panthea. Then she could have torn her hair, Of issue from him.
And did alone to me, yet durst not speak Arh. Therefore she took leave
In publick, for she knew she should be found To play the whore, because the king was old : A traitor; and her tale would have been thought Is this the comfort ?
Madness, or any thing rather than truth. Ara, What will you find out
This was the only cause why she did seek To give me satisfaction, when you find
To poison you, and I to keep you safe; How you have injur'd me? Let fire consume me And this the reason why I sought to kindle If ever I were whore !
Some sparks of love in you to fair Panthea, Gob. Forbear these starts,
That she might get part of her right again. Or I will leave you wedded to despair,
Arb. And have you made an end now? Is As you are now : If you can find a temper,
this all ? My breath shall be a pleasant western wind If not, I will be still till I be aged, That cools and blasts not.
Till all my hairs be silver. Arb. Bring it out, good father.
Gob, This is all. I'll lie, and listen here as reverently
Arb. And is it true, say you too, madam? As to an angel: If I breathe too loud,
Ara. Yes, Heaven knows, it is most true. Tell me; for I would be as still as night.
Arb. Panthea, then, is not my sister. Gob. Our king, I say, was old, and this our
Gob. No. queen
Arb. But can you prove this ?
Gob. If you'll give consent,
have been, why, I will
have 'em all that know it rack'd
Arb. Give consent?
To get this from 'em. All that wait without, She hardly could have been: But yet her cun- Come in, whate'er you be, come in, and be ning
Partakers of my joy! Oh, you are welcome ! Pound out this way; she feign’d herself with child,
Enter BESSUS, Gentlemen, MARDONIUS, and
other Attendants. And posts were sent in haste throughout the land,
Mardonius, the best news ! Nay, draw no nearer; And God was humbly thank'd in ev'ry church, They all shall hear it: I am found No King. That so had bless'd the queen; and prayers were Mar. Is that so good news? made
Arh. Yes, the happiest news
That e'er was heard.
you This hope of issue made her fear'd, and brought | If you might be a little less obey'd.
Arb. One call the queen.
I never heard. Your king shall go so home, Mar. Why, she is there.
As never man went. Arb. The queen,
Mar. Shall he go on's head ? Mardonius ? Panthea is the queen,
Arb. He shall have chariots easier than air, And I am plain Arbaces. Go, some one ! That I will have invented; and ne'er think She is in Gobrias' house. Since I saw you, He shall pay any ransom ! And thyself, There are a thousand things deliver'd to me, That art the messenger, shall ride before him You little dream of. [Erit a gentleman. On a horse cut out of an entire diamond, Mar. So it should seem. My lord,
That shall be made to go with golden wheels, What fury's this?
I know not how yet. Gob. Believe me, 'tis no fury;
Lyg. Why, I shall be made All that he says is truth.
For ever! They bely'd this king with us, Mar. 'Tis very strange.
And said he was unkind. Arb. Why do you keep your hats off, gentle- Arb. And then, thy daughter; men?
She shall have some strange thing; we'll have Is it to me! I swear it must not be;
the kingdom Nay, trust me, in good faith, it must not be ! Sold utterly, and put into a toy, I cannot now command you; but I pray you, Which she shall wear about her carelessly, For the respect you bare me when you took Somewhere or other. See, the virtuous queen! Me for your king, each man clap on his hat Behold the humblest subject that you have, At my desire.
Kneel here before you.
Enter PANTHEA and i Gentleman.
Pan. Why kneel you to me,
That am your vassal? You may, but not I, for here is my father
Arb. Grant me one request. la presence.
Pan. Alas! what can I grant you? what I can Mar. Where?
If I can prove it lawful.
Pan. Is that all ! For all the idle and unreverend words
More willingly than I would draw this air. That I have spoke in idle moods to you !
Arb. I'll kiss this hand, in earnest. I am Arbaces; we all fellow-subjects;
2 Gent, Sir, Tigranes Nor is the queen Panthea now my sister. Is coming ; though he made it strange, at first,
Bes. Why, if you remember, fellow-subject To see the princess any more.
Enter TIGRANES and SPACONIA.
Arb. The queen, Bes. Here will arise another question now Thou mean'st. Oh, my Tigranes, pardon me! amongst the sword-men, whether I be to call Tread on my neck; I freely offer it ; him to account for beating me, now he is prov'd | And, if thou be’st so given, take revenge, No King.
For I have injur'd thee.
Tigr. No; I forgive,
And rejoice more that you have found repent. Mar. Sir, here's Lygones, the agent for the
ance, Armenian state.
liberty. Arb. Where is he? I know your business, drb. May'st thou be happy good Lygones.
In thy fair choice, for thou art temperate ! Lyg. We must have our king again, and will. You owe no ransom to the state. Know, that Art. I knew that was your business : You I have a thousand joys to tell you of, shall have
Which yet I dare not utter, 'till I pay Your king again; and have him so again, My thanks to Heaven for 'em. Will you go As never king was had. Go, one of you, With me, and help me? pray you, do. And bid Bacurius bring Tigranes hither;
Tigr. I will. And bring the lady with him, that Panthea, Arb. Take then your fair one with And The queen Panthea, sent me word this morning
you, queen Was brave Tigranes' mistress.
Of goodness and of us, oh, give me leave [Exe. two gentlemen. To take your arm in mine! Come, every one Lyg. 'Tis Spaconia.
That takes delight in goodness, help to sing Arb. Ay, ay, Spaconia.
Loud thanks for me, that I am prov'd No King ! Løg. She is my daughter.
(Exeunt omnes. Arb. She is so. I could now tell any thing
Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes. Enter CLEON, STRATO, LYSIPPUS, and
Thou, that with blood abroad buyest us our peace! DIPHILUS.
The breath of kings is like the breath of gods; Cleon. The rest are making ready, sir. My brother wished thee here, and thou art here. Lys. So let them ; ihere is time enough. He will be too kind, and weary thee with
Diph. You are the brother to the king, my Often welcomes. But the time doth give thee lord; and we'll take your word.
A welcome above his, or all the world's. Lys. Strato, thou hast some skill in poetry : Mel. My lord, my thanks; but these scratch'd What think'st thou of the masque? Will it be
limbs of mine well?
Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, Strat. As well as masque can be.
More than my tongue e'er could. My mind's Lys. As masque can be ?
the same sirat. Yes ; they must commend their king, It ever was to you: Where I find worth and speak in praise of the assembly; bless the
I love the keeper till he let it go,
Diph. Hail, worthy brother !
In safety, is mine enemy for ever.
Mel. I thank thee, Diphilus. But thou art Lys. Noble Melantius! the land, by me,