Why didst thou lean on him? _ Phil_. I did not think he would have struck me. _1 Cit_. As God save me la thou'rt as wild as a Buck, there's no quarel but thou'rt at one end or other on't. _3_. It's at the first end then, for he'l ne'r stay the last. _1 Cit_. Well slip-string, I shall meet with you. _3_. When you will. _1 Cit_. I'le give a crown to meet with you. _3_. At a Bawdy-house. _1 Cit_. I you're full of your Roguery; but if I do meet you it shall cost me a fall. _ Flourish. Enter one running_. _4_ The King, the King, the King. Now, now, now, now. _ Flourish. Enter_ Arb. Tigr. _The two Kings and_ Mardonius. _ All_. God preserve your Majesty. _Arb_. I thank you all, now are my joyes at full, when I behold you safe, my loving Subjects; by you I grow, 'tis your united love that lifts me to this height: all the account that I can render you for all the love you have bestowed on me, all your expences to maintain my war, is but a little word, you will imagine 'tis slender paiment, yet 'tis such a word, as is not to be bought but with your bloods, 'tis Peace. _ All_. God preserve your Majesty. _Arb_. Now you may live securely i'your Towns, Your Children round about you; may sit Under your Vines, and make the miseries Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you, And lend them sorrows; for your selves, you may Safely forget there are such things as tears, And you may all whose good thoughts I have gain'd, Hold me unworthy, where I think my life A sacrifice too great to keep you thus In such a calm estate. _ All_. God bless your Majesty. _Arb_. See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you fear'd, a captive home; behold him, 'tis _Tigranes_; in your heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance. _1 Cit_. Out upon him. _2 Cit_. How he looks. _3 Wom_. Hang him, hang him. _Mar_. These are sweet people. _Tigr_. Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common people. _Arb_. It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work. _ All_. The Lord bless your Majesty. _Tigr_. So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of himself: I would not be so vain-glorious. _Arb_.