_Bes_.

Well, I can aske no more, you would thinke it strange Now to have me beat you at first sight.

_Lig_.

Indeed I would but I know your goodnes can forget Twentie beatings. You must forgive me.

_Bes_.

Yes, ther's my hand, goe where you will, I shall thinke You a valiant fellow for all this.

_Lig_.

My daughter is a Whore, I feele it now too sencible; yet I will see her, Discharge my selfe of being Father to her, And then backe to my Countrie, and there die; Farewell Captaine.

_Exit_.

_Bes_.

Farewell Sir, farewell, commend me to the Gentlewoman I praia.

_1_.

How now Captaine, beare up man.

_Bes_.

Gentlemen ath' sword your hands once more, I have Beene kickt againe, but the foolish fellow is penitent, Has ask't me mercy, and my honor's safe.

_2_.

We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better a kick't His Grandsire.

Confirme, confirme I pray.

_1_.

There be our hands againe.

_2_.

Now let him come, and say he was not sorry, And he sleepes for it.

_Bes_.

Alas good ignorant old man, let him goe, Let him goe, these courses will undoe him.

_Exeunt_.

_Enter Ligones, and Bacurius_.

_Bac_.

My Lord your authoritie is good, and I am glad it is so, for my consent would never hinder you from seeing your owne King. I am a Minister, but not a governour of this state; yonder is your King, Ile leave you.

_Exit_.

_Lig_.

There he is indeed, _Enter Tig. and Spaco_.

And with him my disloyall childe.

_Tig_.

I doe perceive my fault so much, that yet Me thinkes thou shouldst not have forgiven me.

_Lig_.

Health to your Maiestie.

_Tig_.

What? good Ligones, welcome; what businesse brought thee hether?

_Lig_.

Severall Businesses.

My publique businesse will appeare by this: I have a message to deliver, which If it please you so to authorise, is An embassage from the Armenian state, Unto _Arbaces_ for your libertie: The offer's there set downe, please you to read it.

_Tig_.

There is no alteration happened Since I came thence?

_Lig_.

None Sir, all is as it was.

_Tig_.

And all our friends are well.

_Lig_.

All verie well.

_Spa_.

Though I have done nothing but what was good, I dare not see my Father: it was fault Enough not to acquaint him with that good.