a slave to come from thence, and
strike me here, whom Gobrias sifting out, took and condemn'd and
executed there, the carefulst servant: Heaven let me but live to
pay that man; Nature is poor to me, that will not let me have as
many deaths as are the times that he hath say'd my life, that I
might dye 'em over all for him.

_Mar_.

Sir let her bear her sins on her own head,
Vex not your self.

_Arb_.

What will the world
Conceive of me? with what unnatural sins
Will they suppose me loaden, when my life
Is sought by her that gave it to the world?
But yet he writes me comfort here, my Sister,
He saies, is grown in beauty and in grace.
In all the innocent vertues that become
A tender spotless maid: she stains her cheeks
With morning tears to purge her mothers ill,
And 'mongst that sacred dew she mingles Prayers
Her pure Oblations for my safe return:
If I have lost the duty of a Son,
If any pomp or vanity of state
Made me forget my natural offices,
Nay farther, if I have not every night
Expostulated with my wandring thoughts,
If ought unto my parent they have err'd,
And call'd 'em back: do you direct her arm
Unto this foul dissembling heart of mine:
But if I have been just to her, send out
Your power to compass me, and hold me safe
From searching treason; I will use no means
But prayer: for rather suffer me to see
From mine own veins issue a deadly flood,
Than wash my danger off with mothers blood.

_Mar_.

I n'ere saw such suddain extremities.

[Exeunt.

_Enter_ Tigranes _and_ Spaconia.

_Tigr_.

Why? wilt thou have me die Spaconia.
What should I do?

_Spa_.

Nay let me stay alone,
And when you see _Armenia_ again,
You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I;
Some friend that ever lov'd me or my cause,
Will build me something to distinguish me
From other women, many a weeping verse
He will lay on, and much lament those maids,
That plac'd their loves unfortunately high,
As I have done, where they can never reach;
But why should you go to _Iberia_?

_Tigr_.

Alas, that thou wilt ask me, ask the man
That rages in a Fever why he lies
Distempered there, when all the other youths
Are coursing o're the Meadows with their Loves?
Can I resist it? am I not a slave
To him that conquer'd me?

_Spa_.

That conquer'd thee _Tigranes_! he h