My Lord your authoritie is good, and I am glad it is so, for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your owne King. I am a Minister, but not a governour of this state; yonder is your King, Ile leave you. _Exit_. _Lig_. There he is indeed, _Enter Tig. and Spaco_. And with him my disloyall childe. _Tig_. I doe perceive my fault so much, that yet Me thinkes thou shouldst not have forgiven me. _Lig_. Health to your Maiestie. _Tig_. What? good Ligones, welcome; what businesse brought thee hether? _Lig_. Severall Businesses. My publique businesse will appeare by this: I have a message to deliver, which If it please you so to authorise, is An embassage from the Armenian state, Unto _Arbaces_ for your libertie: The offer's there set downe, please you to read it. _Tig_. There is no alteration happened Since I came thence? _Lig_. None Sir, all is as it was. _Tig_. And all our friends are well. _Lig_. All verie 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. _Lig_. Madam I should have scene you. _Spa_. O good Sir forgive me. _Lig_. Forgive you, why I am no kin to you, am I? _Spa_. Should it be measur'd by my meane deserts, Indeed you are not. _Lig_. Thou couldst prate unhappily Ere thou couldst goe, would thou couldst doe as well. And how does your custome hold out here. _Spa_. Sir. _Lig_. Are you in private still, or how? _Spa_. What doe you meane? _Lig_. Doe you take money? are you come to sell sinne yet? perhaps I can helpe you to liberall Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O thou wild creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young Whore. I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this: or rather would I had dyed ere I had seene it: why did'st not make me acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd to be a Whore? I would have seene thy hot lust satisfied more privately. I would have kept a dancer, and a whole consort of Musitions in mine owne house, onely to fiddle thee. _Spa_. Sir I was never whore. _Lig_. If thou couldst not say so much for thy selfe thou shouldst be Carted. _Tig._ _Ligones_ I have read it, and like it, You shall deliver it. _Lig_. Well Sir I will: but I have private busines with you. _Tig_. Speake, what ist? _Lig_. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, That you can picke no strumpets in the Land, But out of my breed. _Tig_. Strumpets good _Ligones_? _Lig_. Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorne To get a Whore for any Prince alive, And yet scorne will not helpe me thinkes: My daughter Might have beene spar'd, there were enough beside. _Tig_. May I not prosper, but Shee's innocent As morning light for me, and I dare sweare For all the world. _Lig_.