Some to await him forth, and see him safe, But let him freely send for whom he please, And none dare to disturb his conference, I will not have him know what bondage is,
[_Exit Tigranes_.
Till he be free from me. This Prince, _Mardonius_, Is full of wisdom, valour, all the graces Man can receive.
_Mar_.
And yet you conquer'd him.
_Arb_.
And yet I conquer'd him, and could have don't Hadst thou joyn'd with him, though thy name in Arms Be great; must all men that are vertuous Think suddenly to match themselves with me?
I conquered him and bravely, did I not?
_Bes_.
And please your Majesty, I was afraid at first.
_Mar_.
When wert thou other?
_Arb_.
Of what?
_Bes_.
That you would not have spy'd your best advantages, for your Majesty in my opinion lay too high, methinks, under favour, you should have lain thus.
_Mar_.
Like a Taylor at a wake.
_Bes_.
And then, if please your Majesty to remember, at one time, by my troth I wisht my self wi'you.
_Mar_.
By my troth thou wouldst ha' stunk 'em both out o'th' Lists.
_Arb_.
What to do?
_Bes_.
To put your Majesty in mind of an occasion; you lay thus, and _Tigranes_ falsified a blow at your Leg, which you by doing thus avoided; but if you had whip'd up your Leg thus, and reach'd him on the ear, you had made the Blood-Royal run down his head.
_Mar_.
What Country Fence-school learn'st thou at?
_Arb_.
Pish, did not I take him nobly?
_Mar_.
Why you did, and you have talked enough on't.
_Arb_.
Talkt enough?
Will you confine my word? by heaven and earth, I were much better be a King of beasts Than such a people: if I had not patience Above a God, I should be call'd a Tyrant Throughout the world. They will offend to death Each minute: Let me hear thee speak again, And thou art earth again: why this is like _Tigranes_ speech that needs would say I brag'd.
_Bessus_, he said I brag'd.
_Bes_.
Ha, ha, ha.
_Arb_.
Why dost thou laugh?
By all the world, I'm grown ridiculous To my own Subjects: Tie me in a Chair And jest at me, but I shall make a start, And punish some that others may take heed How they are haughty; who will answer me?
He said I boasted, speak _Mardonius_, Did I? He will not answer, O my temper!
I give you thanks above, that taught my heart Patience, I can endure his silence; what will none Vouchsafe to give me answer? am I grown To such a poor respect, or do you mean To break my wind? Speak, speak, some one of you, Or else by heaven.
_1 Gent_.
So please your.
_Arb_.
Monstrous, I cannot be heard out, they cut me off, As if I were too saucy, I will live In woods, and talk to trees, they will allow me To end what I begin. The meanest Subject Can find a freedom to discharge his soul And not I, now it is a time to speak, I hearken.
_1 Gent_.
May it please.
_Arb_.
I mean not you, Did not I stop you once? but I am grown To balk, but I defie, let another speak.
_2 Gent_.
I hope your Majesty.