Nay never hide your self; or were you hid Where earth hides all her riches, near her Center; My wrongs without more day would light me to you: I must speak e're I die; were all your greatness Doubled upon you, y'are a perjur'd man, And only mighty in your wickedness Of wronging women. Thou art false, false Prince; I live to see it, poor _Spaconia_ lives To tell thee thou art false; and then no more; She lives to tell thee thou art more unconstant, Than all ill women ever were together. Thy faith is firm as raging over-flowes, That no bank can command; as lasting As boyes gay bubbles, blown i'th' Air and broken: The wind is fixt to thee: and sooner shall The beaten Mariner with his shrill whistle Calm the loud murmur of the troubled main, And strike it smooth again; than thy soul fall To have peace in love with any: Thou art all That all good men must hate; and if thy story Shall tell succeeding ages what thou wert, O let it spare me in it, lest true lovers In pity of my wrong, burn thy black Legend, And with their curses, shake thy sleeping ashes. _Tigr_. Oh! oh! _Spa_. The destinies, I hope, have pointed out Our ends, that thou maist 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 Than such a beast as thou art: I have struck, I fear, too deep; beshrow me for't; Sir, This sorrow works me like a cunning friendship, Into the same piece with it; 'tis asham'd, 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 pleas'd 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. _Tigr_. O my _Spaconia_! O thou vertuous woman! _Spa_. Nay, more, the King Sir. _Enter_ Arbaces, Bacurius, Mardonius. _Arb_. Have you been carefull of our noble Prisoner, That he want nothing fitting for his greatness? _Bac_. I hope his grace will quit me for my care Sir. _Arb_. 'Tis well, royal _Tigranes_, health. _Tigr_. More than the strictness of this place can give Sir, I offer back again to great _Arbaces_. _Arb_. We thank you worthy Prince, and pray excuse us, We have not seen you since your being here, I hope your noble usage has been equall With your own person: your imprisonment, If it be any, I dare say is easie, And shall not last t[w]o dayes. _Tigr_. I thank you; My usage here has been the same it was, Worthy a royal Conqueror. For my restraint, It came unkindly, because much unlook'd for; But I must bear it. _Arb_. What Lady's that? _Bacurius_? _Bac_. One of the Princess women, Sir. _Arb_. I fear'd it, why comes she hither? _Bac_. To speak with the Prince _Tigranes_. _Arb_.