eed '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