_Mardonius_ the best newes, nay, draw no neerer They all shall heare it: I am found no King. _Mar_. Is that so good newes? _Art_. Yes, the happiest newes that ere was heard. _Mar_. Indeed twere well for you, If you might be a little lesse obey'd. _Arb_. On, call the Queene. _Mar_. Why she is there. _Arb_. The Queene _Mardonius_, _Panthea_ is the Queene, And I am plaine _Arbaces_, goe some one, She is in _Gobrius_ house; since I saw you There are a thousand things delivered to me You little dreame of. _Mar_. So it should seeme: My Lord, What furi's this. _Gob_. Beleeve me tis no fury, All that he sayes is truth. _Mar_. Tis verie strange. _Arb_. Why doe you keepe your hats off Gentlemen, Is it to 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 tooke Me for your King, each man clap on his hat at my desire. _Mar_. We will: but you are not found So meane 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 storie Would be a wildernesse to loose thy selfe For ever; O pardon me deare Father, For all the idle, and unreverent words That I have spoke in idle moodes to you: I am _Arbaces_, we all fellow subjects, Nor is the Queene _Panthea_ now my Sister. _Bes_. Why if you remember fellow subject _Arbaces_, I tolde you once she was not your sister, I say she look't nothing like you. _Arb_. I thinke you did good Captaine _Bessus_. _Bes_. Here will arise another question now amongst the Swordmen, whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he's prov'd no King. _Enter Ligones_. _Ma_. Sir, heres _Ligones_ The Agent for the Armenian King. _Arb_. Where is he, I know your businesse good _Ligones_. _Lig_. We must have our King againe, and will. _Arb_. I knew that was your businesse, you shall have You King againe, and have him so againe As never King was had. Goe one of you And bid _Bacurius_ bring _Tigranes_ hither, And bring the Ladie with him, that _Panthea_ The Queene _Panthea_ sent me word this morning Was brave _Tigranes_ mistresse. _Lig_. Tis _Spaconia_. _Arb_. I, I, _Spaconia_. _Lig_. She is my daughter. _Arb_. Shee is so, I could now tell any thing I never heard; your King shall goe so home As never man went. _Mar_. Shall he goe on's head? _Arb_. He shall have Chariots easier than ayre That I will have invented; and nere thinke He shall pay any ransome; and thy selfe That art the Messenger shall ride before him On a Horse cut out of an entire Diamond, That shall be made to goe with golden wheeles, I know not how yet. _Lig_. Why I shall be made For ever, they belied this King with us And sayd he was unkind. _Arb_.