Thy sadness brave _Tigranes_ takes away From my full victory, am I become Of so small fame, that any man should grieve When I o'recome him? They that plac'd me here, Intended it an honour large enough, (though he For the most valiant living, but to dare oppose me single, Lost the day. What should afflict you, you are as free as I, To be my prisoner, is to be more free Than you were formerly, and never think The man I held worthy to combate me Shall be us'd servilely: Thy ransom is To take my only Sister to thy Wife. A heavy one _Tigranes_, for she is A Lady, that the neighbour Princes send Blanks to fetch home. I have been too unkind To her _Tigranes_, she but nine years old I left her, and ne're saw her since, your wars Have held me long and taught me though a youth, The way to victory, she was a pretty child, Then I was little better, but now fame Cries loudly on her, and my messengers Make me believe she is a miracle; She'l make you shrink, as I did, with a stroak But of her eye _Tigranes_. _Tigr_. Is't the course of _Iberia_ to use their prisoners thus? Had fortune thrown my name above _Arbace_, I should not thus have talk'd Sir, in _Armenia_ We hold it base, you should have kept your temper Till you saw home again, where 'tis the fashion Perhaps to brag. _Arb_. Be you my witness earth, need I to brag, Doth not this captive Prince speak Me sufficiently, and all the acts That I have wrought upon his suffering Land; Should I then boast! where lies that foot of ground Within his whole Realm, that I have not past, Fighting and conquering; Far then from me Be ostentation. I could tell the world How I have laid his Kingdom desolate By this sole Arm prop't by divinity, Stript him out of his glories, and have sent The pride of all his youth to people graves, And made his Virgins languish for their Loves, If I would brag, should I that have the power To teach the Neighbour world humility, Mix with vain-glory? _Mar_. Indeed this is none. _Arb. _Tigranes_, Nay did I but take delight To stretch my deeds as others do, on words, I could amaze my hearers. _Mar_. So you do. _Arb_. But he shall wrong his and my modesty, That thinks me apt to boast after any act Fit for a good man to do upon his foe. A little glory in a souldiers mouth Is well-becoming, be it far from vain. _Mar_. 'Tis pity that valour should be thus drunk. _Arb_. I offer you my Sister, and you answer I do insult, a Lady that no suite Nor treasure, nor thy Crown could purchase thee, But that thou fought'st with me. _Tigr_. Though this be worse Than that you spake before, it strikes me not; But that you think to overgrace me with The marriage of your Sister, troubles me. I would give worlds for ransoms were they mine, Rather than have her. _Arb_.