TIGRANES

Though this be worse Then that you spoke before, it strikes not me But that you think to ouer-grace me with The marriage of your Sister, troubles me, I would give world's for ransoms were they mine, Rather then have her. Do I refuse her that I doubt her worth Were she as virtuous as she would be thought, So perfect, that no own of her own sex Would find a want, had she so tempting fair, That she could wish it off her damning souls, I would pay any Ransom, twentytimes, Rather then meet her married in my bed: Perhaps I have a Love, where I have fixed Mine eyes, not to be moved, and she on me I am not fickle: Sir, I have learned a Prisoners sufferance, And will obey, but give me leave to talk In private with some friends before I go. Why, wilt thou have me die Spaconia, What should I do? Alas, that thou wilt ask me; Ask the man That rages in a fever, why he lies Distempered there, when all the other youths Are coursing over the Meadows with their loves? Can I resist it? am I not a slave To him that conquered me? But if he by force Convey my body hence, what helps it me Or thee to be unwilling? Spaconia stay, and hear me what I say: In short destruction meet me, that I may See it, and not avoid it when I leave To be thy faithful Lover: partly with me Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love; And I have given gold to a Captain That goes unto Iberia from the King, That he would place a Lady of our Land With the Kings sister that is offered me; Thither shall you, and being once God in, Persuade her by what subtle means you can To be as backward in her love as I. Dispraise my health, My honesty, and tell her I am jealous: Yet do thy best. There is the Lady Captain. He shall not do so long. Sir, you do me wrong, To render me a scorned spectacle To common people. So, he has made me amends now, with a speech in commendations of himself: I would not be so vaine-glo rious. Too safe I am will you, speak Sir? Oh misery, why should he be so slow There can no falsehood come of loving her, Though I have given my faith; she is a thing Both to be loved and served beyond my faith: I would he would present me to her quickly. Pish, this is tedious, I cannot hold, I must present my self; And yet the sighed of my Spaconia, Touches me, as a sudden thunderclap Does one that is about to sin. 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 prisoner begs To be bid welcome. Why do you turn away, and weep so fast, And utter things that misbecome your looks, Can you want owning? Acknowledge your self mine. And then see if you want and owner, Nations shall own you for their Queen. I am. She is your Sister. Dare do it, why you brought me hither Sir To that intent. Temper my tongue; such incivilities As these, no barbarous people ever knew: You break the law of Nature, and of Nations; You talk to me, as if I were a prisoner For theft: my tongue be tempered? I must speak If thunder check me and I will. Do not fear his frown, deer Madam hear me. Touch me not. Away. Justice, thou oughtest to give me strength enough To shake all these off: This is tyrant j Arbaces, subtler then the burning Bulls, Or that famed Tyrants bed. Thou mightest as well Search in the depth of winter through the Snow For half starved people, to bring home with thee To show um fire, and send um back again, As use me thus. She comes, she comes, shame hide me ever from her; would I were buried, or so far removed Light might not find me out: I dare not see her. O, o: The destinies I hope have pointed out Our ends alike, that thou mayest die for love, Though not for me: for this assure thy self, The Princess hates thee deadly, and will sooner Be won to marry with a Bull, and safer, Then such a beast as thou art: I have struck I fear too deep; beshrew me fort: Sir, This sorrow works me Like a cunning friendship, Into the same piece with it; he's ashamed, Alas I have been too rugged: Dear my Lord, I am sorry I have spoken any thing, Indeed I am, that may add more restraint To that too much you have: Good Sir be pleased To think it was a fault of love, not malice; And do as I will do: forgive it Prince, I do, and can forgive the greatest sins To me you can repent of; pray believe me. Oh my Spaconia! Oh thou virtuous woman! I thank you: My usage here has been the same it was Worthy a royal Conqueror. For my restraint It came unkindly, because much unlooked for; But I must bear it: Yes marry shalt thou. Nay, go my business requires haste. Urge it no more; I have made up a new strong constancy, Not to be shook with eyes; I know I have The passion of a man, but if I meet With any subject that shall hold my eyes More firmly then is fit; I'll think of thee, And run away from it: let that suffice. More then the stricktnesse of this place can give Sir I offer back again to great Arbaces. What Sir, I reach you not. Serve my turn Sir. Be plainer good Sir. This beats me more King then the blows you gave me. I do perceive my fault so much, that yet Me thinks thou shouldst not have forgiven me. What? good Ligones, welcome; what business brought thee hither? There is no alteration happened Since I came thence? And all our friends are well. Ligones I have read it, and Like it, You shall deliver it. Speak, what is't? Strumpets good Ligones? May I not prosper, but She's innocent As morning light for me, and I dare swear For all the world. et um think much, but 'tis more firm then earth Thou seest thy Queen there. Get you about your business to Arbaces, Now you talk idly. Come my deer love. No, I forgive, And rejoice more that you have found repentance, Then I my liberty. I will.