making thee mistake, thou ranst upon the enemy, and a hot charge
thou gav'st, as I'le do thee right, thou art furious in running
away, and I think, we owe thy fear for our victory; If I were the
King, and were sure thou wouldst mistake alwaies and run away
upon th' enemy, thou shouldst be General by this light.

_Bes_.

You'l never leave this till I fall foul.

_Mar_.

No more such words dear _Bessus_, for though I have ever known
thee a coward, and therefore durst never strike thee, yet if thou
proceedest, I will allow thee valiant, and beat thee.

_Bes_.

Come, our King's a brave fellow.

_Mar_.

He is so _Bessus_, I wonder how thou cam'st to know it. But if
thou wer't a man of understanding, I would tell thee, he is
vain-glorious, and humble, and angry, and patient, and merry and
dull, and joyful and sorrowful in extremity in an hour: Do not
think me thy friend for this, for if I ear'd who knew it, thou
shouldst not hear it _Bessus_. Here he is with his prey in his
foot.

_Enter &c. Senet Flourish_.

_Enter_ Arbaces _and_ Tigranes, _Two Kings and two Gentlemen_.

_Arb_.

Thy sadness brave _Tigranes_ takes away
From my full victory, am I become
Of so small fame, that any man should grieve
When I o'recome him? They that plac'd me here,
Intended it an honour large enough, (though he
For the most valiant living, but to dare oppose me single,
Lost the day. What should afflict you, you are as free as I,
To be my prisoner, is to be more free
Than you were formerly, and never think
The man I held worthy to combate me
Shall be us'd servilely: Thy ransom is
To take my only Sister to thy Wife.
A heavy one _Tigranes_, for she is
A Lady, that the neighbour Princes send
Blanks to fetch home. I have been too unkind
To her _Tigranes_, she but nine years old
I left her, and ne're saw her since, your wars
Have held me long and taught me though a youth,
The way to victory, she was a pretty child,
Then I was little better, but now fame
Cries loudly on her, and my messengers
Make me believe she is a miracle;
She'l make you shrink, as I did, with a stroak
But of her eye _Tigranes_.

_Tigr_.

Is't the course of _Iberia_ to use their prisoners thus?
Had fortune thrown my name above _Arbace_,
I should not thus have talk'd Sir, in _Armenia_
We hold it base, you should have kept your temper
Till you saw home again, wh