: we'l shew our selves.

_Arb_.

Bessus, I thought you had been in _Iberia_ by this, I bad you
hast; _Gobrias_ will want entertainment for me.

_Bes_.

And please your Majesty I have a sute.

_Arb_.

Is't not lousie _Bessus_, what is't?

_Bes_.

I am to carry a Lady with me.

_Arb_.

Then thou hast two sutes.

_Bes_.

And if I can prefer her to the Lady _Pentha_ your Majesties
Sister, to learn fashions, as her friends term it, it will be
worth something to me.

_Arb_.

So many nights lodgings as 'tis thither, wilt not?

_Bes_.

I know not that Sir, but gold I shall be sure of.

_Arb_.

Why thou shalt bid her entertain her from me, so thou wilt
resolve me one thing.

_Bes_.

If I can.

_Arb_.

Faith 'tis a very disputable question, and yet I think thou canst
decide it.

_Bes_.

Your Majesty has a good opinion of my understanding.

_Arb_.

I have so good an opinion of it: 'tis whether thou be valiant.

_Bes_.

Some body has traduced me to you: do you see this sword Sir?

_Arb_.

Yes.

_Bes_.

If I do not make my back-biters eat it to a knife within this
week, say I am not valiant.

_Enter a Messenger_.

_Mes_.

Health to your Majesty.

_Arb_.

From Gobrias?

_Mes_.

Yes Sir.

_Arb_.

How does he, is he well?

_Mes_.

In perfect health.

_Arb_.

Take that for thy good news. A trustier servant to his Prince
there lives not, than is good Gobrias.

_1 Gent_.

The King starts back.

_Mar_.

His blood goes back as fast.

_2 Gent_. And now it comes again.

_Mar_.

He alters strangely.

_Arb_.

The hand of Heaven is on me, be it far from me to struggle, if my
secret sins have pull'd this curse upon me, lend me tears now to
wash me white, that I may feel a child-like innocence within my
breast; which once perform'd, O give me leave to stand as fix'd
as constancy her self, my eyes set here unmov'd, regardless of
the world though thousand miseries incompass me.

_Mar_.

This is strange, Sir, how do you?

_Arb_.

Mardonius, my mother.

_Mar_.

Is she dead?

_Arb_.

Alas she's not so happy, thou dost know how she hath laboured
since my Father died to take by treason hence this loathed life,
that would but be to serve her, I have pardoned, and pardoned,
and by that have made her fit to practise new sins, not repent
the old: she now had stirr'd