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 speaks Is worth a life; rule your disordered tongue, Or I will temper it. _Spa_. Blest be the breath. _Tigr_. Temper my tongue! such incivilities As these, no barbarous people ever knew: You break the lawes of Nature, and of Nations, You talk to me as if I were a prisoner For theft: my tongue be temper'd? I must speak If thunder check me, and I will. _Arb_. You will? _Spa_. Alas my fortune. _Tigr_. Do not fear his frown, dear Madam, hear me. _Arb_. Fear not my frown? but that 'twere base in me To fight with one I know I can o'recome, Again thou shouldst be conquer'd by me. _Mar_. He has one ransome with him already; me-thinks 'T were good to fight double, or quit. _Arb_. Away with him to prison: Now Sir, see If my frown be regardless; Why delay you? Seise him _Bacurius_, you shall know my word Sweeps like a wind, and all it grapples with, Are as the chaffe before it. _Tigr_. Touch me not. _Arb_. Help there. _Tigr_. Away. _1 Gent_. It is in vain to struggle. _2 Gent_. You must be forc'd. _Bac_. Sir, you must pardon us, we must obey. _Arb_. Why do you dally there? drag him away By any thing. _Bac_. Come Sir. _Tigr_.