is so near you as my brother is;
But you are nought to me but a disease;
Continual torment without hope of ease;
Such an ungodly sickness I have got,
That he that undertakes my cure, must first
O'rethrow Divinity, all moral Laws,
And leave mankind as unconfin'd as beasts,
Allowing 'em to do all actions
As freely as they drink when they desire.
Let me not hear you speak again; yet see
I shall but lang[u]ish for the want of that,
The having which, would kill me: No man here
Offer to speak for her; for I consider
As much as you can say; I will not toil
My body and my mind too, rest thou there,
Here's one within will labour for you both.
_Pan_.
I would I were past speaking.
_Gob_.
Fear not Madam,
The King will alter, 'tis some sudden rage,
And you shall see it end some other way.
_Pan_.
Pray heaven it do.
_Tig_.
Though she to whom I swore, be here, I cannot
Stifle my passion longer; if my father
Should rise again disquieted with this,
And charge me to forbear, yet it would out.
Madam, a stranger, and a pris'ner begs
To be bid welcome.
_Pan_.
You are welcome, Sir,
I think, but if you be not, 'tis past me
To make you so: for I am here a stranger,
Greater than you; we know from whence you come,
But I appear a lost thing, and by whom
Is yet uncertain, found here i'th' Court,
And onely suffer'd to walk up and down,
As one not worth the owning.
_Spa_.
O, I fear
_Tigranes_ will be caught, he looks, me-thinks,
As he would change his eyes with her; some help
There is above for me, I hope.
_Tigr_.
Why do you turn away, and weep so fast,
And utter things that mis-become your looks,
Can you want owning?
_Spa_.
O 'tis certain so.
_Tigr_.
Acknowledge your self mine.
_Arb_.
How now?
_Tigr_.
And then see if you want an owner.
_Arb_.
They are talking.
_Tigr_.
Nations shall owne you for their Queen.
_Arb_.
_Tigranes_, art not thou my prisoner?
_Tigr_.
I am.
_Arb_.
And who is this?
_Tigr_.
She is your Sister.
_Arb_.
She is so.
_Mar_.
Is she so again? that's well.
_Arb_.
And then how dare you offer to change words with her?
_Tigr_.
Dare do it! Why? you brought me hither Sir,
To that intent.
_Arb_.
Perhaps I told you so,
If I had sworn it, had you so much folly
To credit it? The least word that she
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