Several businesses. My publick businesses will appear by this, I have a message to deliver, which if it please you so to authorize, is an embassage from the Armenian State, unto Arbaces for your liberty: the offer's there set down, please you to read it. _Tigr_. There is no alteration happened since I came thence? _Lyg_. None Sir, all is as it was. _Tigr_. And all our friends are well? _Lyg_. All very well. _Spa_. Though I have done nothing but what was good, I dare not see my Father, it was fault enough not to acquaint him with that good. _Lyg_. Madam I should have seen you. _Spa_. O good Sir forgive me. _Lyg_. Forgive you, why? I am no kin to you, am I? _Spa_. Should it be measur'd by my mean deserts, indeed you are not. _Lyg_. Thou couldest prate unhappily ere thou couldst go, would thou couldst do as well, and how does your custome hold out here? _Spa_. Sir? _Lyg_. Are you in private still, or how? _Spa_. What do you mean? _Lyg_. Do you take mony? are you come to sell sin yet? perhaps I can help you to liberal Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O thou vile creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young whore, I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this, or rather that I had died ere I had seen it; why didst not make me acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd to be a whore, I would have seen thy hot lust satisfied more privately: I would have kept a dancer and a whole consort of musicians in my own house only to fiddle thee. _Spa_. Sir, I was never whore. _Lyg_. If thou couldst not say so much for thy self, thou shouldst be carted. _Tigr_. _Lygones_, I have read it, and I like it, you shall deliver it. _Lyg_. Well Sir, I will: but I have private business with you. _Tigr_. Speak, what is't? _Lyg_. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, that you can pick no strumpets i'th' land, but out of my breed? _Tigr_. Strumpets, good _Lygones_? _Lyg_. Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorn to get a whore for any prince alive, and yet scorn will not help methinks: my Daughter might have been spar'd, there were enow besides. _Tigr_. May I not prosper but she's innocent as morning light for me, and I dare swear for all the world. _Lyg_. Why is she with you then? can she wait on you better than your man, has she a gift in plucking off your stockings, can she make Cawdles well or cut your cornes? Why do you keep her with you? For a Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I, and every subject else think much at it. _Tigr_. Let 'em think much, but 'tis more firm than earth: thou see'st thy Queen there. _Lyg_. Then have I made a fair hand, I call'd her Whore. If I shall speak now as her Father, I cannot chuse but greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queen: but if I shall speak to you as a States-man, she were more fit to be your whore. _Tigr_.