ing done
I must preserve my own, but time may bring
All this to light, and happily for all.

_ Ara_.

Accursed be this over curious brain
That gave that plot a birth, accurst this womb
That after did conceive to my disgrace.

_Bac_.

My Lord Protector, they say there are divers Letters come from
_Armenia_, that _Bessus_ has done good service, and brought again
a day, by his particular valour, receiv'd you any to that effect?

_Gob_.

Yes, 'tis most certain.

_Bac_.

I'm sorry for't, not that the day was won,
But that 'twas won by him: we held him here
A Coward, he did me wrong once, at which I laugh'd,
And so did all the world, for nor I,
Nor any other held him worth my sword.

_Enter_ Bessus _and_ Spaconia.

_Bes_.

Health to my Protector; from the King
These Letters; and to your grace Madam, these.

_Gob_.

How does his Majesty?

_Bes_.

As well as conquest by his own means and his valiant
C[o]mmanders can make him; your letters will tell you all.

_Pan_.

I will not open mine till I do know
My Brothers health: good Captain is he well?

_Bes_.

As the rest of us that fought are.

_Pan_.

But how's that? is he hurt?

_Bes_.

He's a strange souldier that gets not a knock.

_Pan_.

I do not ask how strange that souldier is
That gets no hurt, but whether he have one.

_Bes_.

He had divers.

_Pan_.

And is he well again?

_Bes_.

Well again, an't please your Grace: why I was run twice through
the body, and shot i'th' head with a cross-arrow, and yet am well
again.

_Pan_.

I do not care how thou do'st, is he well?

_Bes_.

Not care how I do? Let a man out of the mightiness of his spirit,
fructifie Foreign Countries with his blood for the good of his
own, and thus he shall be answered: Why I may live to relieve
with spear and shield, such a Lady as you distressed.

_Pan_.

Why, I will care, I'me glad that thou art well, I prethee is he
so?

_Gob_.

The King is well and will be here to morrow.

_Pan_.

My prayer is heard, now will I open mine.

_Gob_.

_Bacurius_, I must ease you of your charge:
Madam, the wonted mercy of the King,
That overtakes your faults, has met with this,
And struck it out, he has forgiven you freely,
Your own will is your law, be where you please.

_ Ara_.

I thank him.

_Gob_.

You will be ready to wait upon his Majesty to morro