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 say Sir, once again.

_Bac_.

You may say what yo[u] please, Sir, Would I might do so.

_Arb_.

I will, Sir, and say openly, this woman carries letters, By my life I know she carries letters, this woman does it.

_Mar_.

Would _Bessus_ were here to take her aside and search her, He would quickly tell you what she carried Sir.