Have you been carefull of our noble Prisoner,
That he want nothing fitting for his greatness?

_Bac_.

I hope his grace will quit me for my care Sir.

_Arb_.

'Tis well, royal _Tigranes_, health.

_Tigr_.

More than the strictness of this place can give Sir,
I offer back again to great _Arbaces_.

_Arb_.

We thank you worthy Prince, and pray excuse us,
We have not seen you since your being here,
I hope your noble usage has been equall
With your own person: your imprisonment,
If it be any, I dare say is easie,
And shall not last t[w]o dayes.

_Tigr_.

I thank you;
My usage here has been the same it was,
Worthy a royal Conqueror. For my restraint,
It came unkindly, because much unlook'd for;
But I must bear it.

_Arb_.

What Lady's that? _Bacurius_?

_Bac_.

One of the Princess women, Sir.

_Arb_.

I fear'd it, why comes she hither?

_Bac_.

To speak with the Prince _Tigranes_.

_Arb_.

From whom, _Bacurius_?

_Bac_.

From the Princess, Sir.

_Arb_.

I knew I had seen her.

_Mar_.

His fit begins to take him now again,
'Tis a strange Feaver, and 'twill shake us all anon, I fear,
Would he were well cur'd of this raging folly:

Give me the warrs, where men are mad, and may talk what they
list, and held the bravest fellows; This pelting prating peace is
good for nothing: drinking's a vertue to't.

_Arb_.

I see there's truth in no man, nor obedience,
But for his own ends, why did you let her in?

_Bac_.

It was your own command to barr none from him,
Besides, the Princess sent her ring Sir, for my warrant.

_Arb_.

A token to _Tigranes_, did she not?
Sir tell truth.

_Bac_.

I do not use to lie Sir,
'Tis no way I eat or live by, and I think,
This is no token Sir.

_Mar_.

This combat has undone him: if he had been well beaten, he had
been temperate; I shall never see him handsome again, till he
have a Horse-mans staffe yok'd thorow his shoulders, or an arm
broken with a bullet.

_Arb_.

I am trifled with.

_Bac_.

Sir?

_Arb_.

I know it, as I know thee to be false.

_Mar_.

Now the clap comes.

_Bac_.

You never knew me so, Sir I dare speak it,
And durst a worse man tell me, though my better--

_Mar_.

'Tis well said, by my soul.

_Arb_.

Sirra, you answer as you had no life.

_Bac_.

That I fear Sir to lose nobly.

_Arb_.

I