Yes, the happiest newes that ere was heard.

_Mar_.

Indeed twere well for you,
If you might be a little lesse obey'd.

_Arb_.

On, call the Queene.

_Mar_.

Why she is there.

_Arb_.

The Queene _Mardonius_, _Panthea_ is the Queene,
And I am plaine _Arbaces_, goe some one,
She is in _Gobrius_ house; since I saw you
There are a thousand things delivered to me
You little dreame of.

_Mar_.

So it should seeme: My Lord,
What furi's this.

_Gob_.

Beleeve me tis no fury,
All that he sayes is truth.

_Mar_.

Tis verie strange.

_Arb_.

Why doe you keepe your hats off Gentlemen,
Is it to me? in good faith it must not be:
I cannot now command you, but I pray you
For the respect you bare me, when you tooke
Me for your King, each man clap on his hat at my desire.

_Mar_.

We will: but you are not found
So meane a man, but that you may be cover'd
As well as we, may you not?

_Arb_.

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