Yes the happiest news that ere was heard. _Mar_. Indeed 'twere well for you if you might be a little less obey'd. _Arb_. One call the Queen. _Mar_. Why she is there. _Arb_. The Queen _Mardonius_, _Panthea_ is the Queen and I am plain _Arbaces_; go some one, she is in _Gobrias_ house, since I saw you there are a thousand things delivered to me, you little dream of. [_Exit a Gent_. _Mar_. So it should seem my Lord, what fury's this? _Gob_. Believe me 'tis no fury, all that he saies is truth. _Mar_. 'Tis very strange. _Arb_. Why do you keep your hats off Gentlemen? is it to me? I swear it must not be; nay, trust me, in good faith it must not be; I cannot now command you, but I pray you for the respect you bare me, when you took me for your King, each man clap on his hat at my desire. _Mar_. We will, you are not found so mean a man, but that you may be cover'd as well as we, may you not? _Arb_. O not here, you may, but not I, for here is my Father in presence. _Mar_. Where? _Arb_. Why there: O the whole story would be a wilderness to lose thy self for ever: O pardon me dear Father for all the idle and unreverent words that I have spoke in idle moods to you: I am _Arbaces_, we all fellow-subjects, nor is the Queen _Panthea_ now my Sister. _Bes_. Why if you remember fellow-subject _Arbaces_; I told you once she was not your sister: I, and she lookt nothing like you. _Arb_. I think you did, good Captain _Bessus_. _Bes_. Here will arise another question now amongst the Sword-men, whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he is proved no King. _Enter_ Lygones. _Mar_. Sir here's Lygones, the agent for the Armenian_ State. _Arb_. Where is he? I know your business good Lygones. _Lyg_. We must have our King again, and will. _Arb_. I knew that was your business: you shall have your King again, and have him so again as never King was had, go one of you and bid _Bacurius_ bring _Tigranes_ hither; and bring the Lady with him, that _Panthea_, the Queen _Panthea_ sent me word this [morning], was brave _Tigranes_ mistress. [_Ex. two Gent_. _Lyg_. 'Tis _Spaconia_. _Arb_. I, I, _Spaconia_. _Lyg_. She is my Daughter. _Arb_. She is so: I could now tell any thing I never heard: your King shall go so home, as never man went. _Mar_. Shall he go on's head? _Arb_. He shall have chariots easier than air that I will have invented; and ne're think one shall pay any ransome, and thy self that art the messenger, shalt ride before him on a horse cut out of an intire Diamond, that shall be made to go with golden wheeles, I know not how yet. _Lyg_. Why I shall be made for ever? they beli'd this King with us, and said he was unkind. _Arb_.