Sir, you shall have it quickly, and more beating, you have stoln away a Lady, Captain coward, and such an one. _beats him_. _Bes_. Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir, I never yet stole any living thing that had a tooth about it. _Lyg_. I know you dare lie. _Bes_. With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir, my means and manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay-cock. _Lyg_. Sirra, that quits not me, where is this Lady? do that you do not use to do; tell truth, or by my hand, I'le beat your Captains brains out, wash'em, and put 'em in again, that will I. _Bes_. There was a Lady Sir, I must confess, once in my charge: the Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety, how I us'd her, she may her self report, she's with the Prince now: I did but wait upon her like a groom, which she will testife I am sure: if not, my brains are at your service when you please Sir, and glad I have 'em for you. _Lyg_. This is most likely, Sir, I ask you pardon, and am sorry I was so intemperate. _Bes_. Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me beat you at first sight. _Lyg_. Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty beatings, you must forgive me. _Bes_. Yes there's my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a valiant fellow for all this. _Lyg_. My da[u]ghter is a Whore, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then back to my Country, and there die, farwell Captain. [_Exit Lygo_. _Bes_. Farwell Sir, farwell, commend me to the gentlewoman I pray. _1 Sword_. How now Captain? bear up man. _Bes_. Gentlemen o'th'sword, your hands once more; I have been kickt agen, but the foolish fellow is penitent, has askt me Mercy, and my honour's safe. _2 Sword_. We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his grandsir. _Bes_. Confirm, confirm I pray. _1 Sword_. There be our hands agen, now let him come and say he was not sorry, and he sleeps for it. _Bes_. Alas good ignorant old man, let him go, let him go, these courses will undo him. [_Exeunt clear_. _Enter_ Lygones _And_ Bacurius. _Bac_. My Lord, your authority is good, and I am glad it is so, for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your own King, I am a Minister, but not a governor of this State, yonder is your King, I'le leave you. [_Exit_. _Enter_ Tigranes _And_ Spaconia. _Lyg_. There he is indeed, and with him my disloyal child. _Tigr_. I do perceive my fault so much, that yet me thinks thou shouldst not have forgiven me. _Lyg_. Health to your Majesty. _Tigr_. What? good _Lygones_ welcome, what business brought thee hither? _Lyg_.