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 _Spaconia_.
_Arb_.
I, I, _Spaconia_.
_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 vassall?
_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.