Have you been carefull of our noble Prisoner,
That he want nothing fitting for his greatness?
_Bac_.
I hope his grace will quit me for my care Sir.
_Arb_.
'Tis well, royal _Tigranes_, health.
_Tigr_.
More than the strictness of this place can give Sir,
I offer back again to great _Arbaces_.
_Arb_.
We thank you worthy Prince, and pray excuse us,
We have not seen you since your being here,
I hope your noble usage has been equall
With your own person: your imprisonment,
If it be any, I dare say is easie,
And shall not last t[w]o dayes.
_Tigr_.
I thank you;
My usage here has been the same it was,
Worthy a royal Conqueror. For my restraint,
It came unkindly, because much unlook'd for;
But I must bear it.
_Arb_.
What Lady's that? _Bacurius_?
_Bac_.
One of the Princess women, Sir.
_Arb_.
I fear'd it, why comes she hither?
_Bac_.
To speak with the Prince _Tigranes_.
_Arb_.
From whom, _Bacurius_?
_Bac_.
From the Princess, Sir.
_Arb_.
I knew I had seen her.
_Mar_.
His fit begins to take him now again,
'Tis a strange Feaver, and 'twill shake us all anon, I fear,
Would he were well cur'd of this raging folly:
Give me the warrs, where men are mad, and may talk what they
list, and held the bravest fellows; This pelting prating peace is
good for nothing: drinking's a vertue to't.
_Arb_.
I see there's truth in no man, nor obedience,
But for his own ends, why did you let her in?
_Bac_.
It was your own command to barr none from him,
Besides, the Princess sent her ring Sir, for my warrant.
_Arb_.
A token to _Tigranes_, did she not?
Sir tell truth.
_Bac_.
I do not use to lie Sir,
'Tis no way I eat or live by, and I think,
This is no token Sir.
_Mar_.
This combat has undone him: if he had been well beaten, he had
been temperate; I shall never see him handsome again, till he
have a Horse-mans staffe yok'd thorow his shoulders, or an arm
broken with a bullet.
_Arb_.
I am trifled with.
_Bac_.
Sir?
_Arb_.
I know it, as I know thee to be false.
_Mar_.
Now the clap comes.
_Bac_.
You never knew me so, Sir I dare speak it,
And durst a worse man tell me, though my better--
_Mar_.
'Tis well said, by my soul.
_Arb_.
Sirra, you answer as you had no life.
_Bac_.
That I fear Sir to lose nobly.
_Arb_.
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