_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 _s.p.a.conia_.
_Arb_.
I, I, _s.p.a.conia_.
_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_.