O _Tigranes_, I know you are to see a Lady there, To see, and like I fear: perhaps the hope Of her make[s] you forget me, ere we part, Be happier than you know to wish; farewel. _Tigr_. _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: part with me Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love, And I have given gold unto a Captain That goes unto _Iberia_ from the King, That he will place a Lady of our Land With the Kings Sister that is offered me; Thither shall you, and being once got in Perswade her by what subtil means you can To be as backward in her love as I. _Spa_. Can you imagine that a longing maid When she beholds you, can be pull'd away With words from loving you? _Tigr_. Dispraise my health, my honesty, and tell her I am jealous. _Spa_. Why, I had rather lose you: can my heart Consent to let my tongue throw out such words, And I that ever yet spoke what I thought, Shall find it such a thing at first to lie? _Tigr_. Yet do thy best. _Enter_ Bessus. _Bes_. What, is your Majesty ready? _Tigr_. There is the Lady, Captain. _Bes_. Sweet Lady, by your leave, I co[u]ld wish my self more full of Courtship for your fair sake. _Spa_. Sir I shall feel no want of that. _Bes_. Lady, you must hast, I have received new letters from the King that require more hast than I expected, he will follow me suddenly himself, and begins to call for your Majesty already. _Tigr_. He shall not do so long. _Bes_. Sweet Lady, shall I call you my Charge hereafter? _Spa_. I will not take upon me to govern your tongue Sir, you shall call me what you please. _Actus Secundus_. _Enter_ Gobrias, Bacurius, Arane, Panthe, _and_ Mandane, _ Waiting-women with Attendants_. _Gob_. My Lord Bacurius, you must have regard unto the Queen, she is your prisoner, 'tis at your peril if she make escape. _Bac_. My Lord, I know't, she is my prisoner from you committed; yet she is a woman, and so I keep her safe, you will not urge me to keep her close, I shall not shame to say I sorrow for her. _Gob_. So do I my Lord; I sorrow for her, that so little grace doth govern her: that she should stretch her arm against her King, so little womanhood and natural goodness, as to think the death of her own Son. _ Ara_. Thou knowst the reason why, dissembling as thou art, and wilt not speak. _Gob_.