For a Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I, and every subject else think much at it.
_Tigr_.
Let 'em think much, but 'tis more firm than earth: thou see'st thy Queen there.
_Lyg_.
Then have I made a fair hand, I call'd her Whore. If I shall speak now as her Father, I cannot chuse but greatly rejoyce that she shall be a Queen: but if I shall speak to you as a States-man, she were more fit to be your whore.
_Tigr_.
Get you about your business to _Arbaces_, now you talk idlely.
_Lyg_.
Yes Sir, I will go, and shall she be a Queen? she had more wit than her old Father, when she ran away: shall she be Queen? now by my troth 'tis fine, I'le dance out of all measure at her wedding: shall I not Sir?
_Tigr_.
Yes marry shalt thou.
_Lyg_.
I'le make these withered kexes bear my body two hours together above ground.
_Tigr_.
Nay go, my business requires hast.
_Lyg_.
Good Heaven preserve you, you are an excellent King.
_Spa_.
Farwell good Father.
_Lyg_.
Farwell sweet vertuous Daughter, I never was so joyfull in all my life, that I remember: shall she be a Queen? Now I perceive a man may weep for joy, I had thought they had lyed that said so.
[_Exit_ Lygones.
_Tigr_.
Come my dear love.
_Spa_.
But you may see another may alter that again.
_Tigr_.
Urge it no more, I have made up a new strong constancy, not to be shook with eyes: I know I have the passions of a man, but if I meet with any subject that should hold my eyes more firmly than is fit, I'le think of thee, and run away from it: let that suffice.
[_Exeunt all_.
_Enter_ Bacurius _And his Servant_.
_Bac_.
Three Gentlemen without to speak with me?
_Ser_.
Yes Sir.
_Bac_.
Let them come in.
_Enter_ Bessus _with the two Sword-men_.
_Ser_.
They are entred Sir already.
_Bac_.
Now fellows your business? are these the Gentlemen?
_Bes_.
My Lord, I have made bold to bring these Gentlemen, my friends o'th' Sword along with me.
_Bac_.
I am afraid you'l fight then.
_Bes_.
My good Lord, I will not, your Lordship is much mistaken, fear not Lord.
_Bac_.
Sir, I am sorry for't.
_Bes_.