ughts I have gain'd,
Hold me unworthy, where I think my life
A sacrifice too great to keep you thus
In such a calm estate.

_ All_.

God bless your Majesty.

_Arb_.

See all good people, I have brought the man whose very name you
fear'd, a captive home; behold him, 'tis _Tigranes_; in your
heart sing songs of gladness, and deliverance.

_1 Cit_.

Out upon him.

_2 Cit_.

How he looks.

_3 Wom_.

Hang him, hang him.

_Mar_.

These are sweet people.

_Tigr_.

Sir, you do me wrong, to render me a scorned spectacle to common
people.

_Arb_.

It was so far from me to mean it so: if I have ought deserv'd, my
loving Subjects, let me beg of you, not to revile this Prince, in
whom there dwells all worth of which the name of a man is
capable, valour beyond compare, the terrour of his name has
stretcht it self where ever there is sun; and yet for you I
fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop,
and brought that name soar'd to so unbeliev'd a height, to fall
beneath mine: this inspir'd with all your loves, I did perform,
and will for your content, be ever ready for a greater work.

_ All_.

The Lord bless your Majesty.

_Tigr_.

So he has made me amends now with a speech in commendation of
himself: I would not be so vain-glorious.

_Arb_.

If there be any thing in which I may
Do good to any creature, here speak out;
For I must leave you: and it troubles me,
That my occasions for the good of you,
Are such as call me from you: else, my joy
Would be to spend my days among you all.
You shew your loves in these large multitudes
That come to meet me, I will pray for you,
Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years,
And live to see your childrens children sit
At your boards with plenty: when there is
A want of any thing, let it be known
To me, and I will be a Father to you:
God keep you all.

[_ Flourish. Exeunt Kings and their Train_.

_ All_.

God bless your Majesty, God bless your Majesty.

_1_.

Come, shall we go? all's done.

_ Wom_.

I for God sake, I have not made a fire yet.

_2_.

Away, away, all's done.

_3_.

Content, farewel _Philip_.

_1 Cit_.

Away you halter-sack you.

_2_.

_Philip_ will not fight, he's afraid on's face.

_ Phil_.

I marry am I afraid of my face.

_3_.

Thou wouldst be _Philip_ if thou sawst