Arb. Good Gobrias, bring em in.
Tigranes, you will think you are arrived
In a strange land, where mothers cast to poison
Their only sons: Think
you, you shall be safe?
Tig. Too safe I am, sir.
Enter GOBRIAS, ARANE, PANTHEA, SPACONIA, BACURIUS, MARDONIUS, BESSUS, and two Gentlemen.
Ara. [Kneels.] As low as this I bow to you; and would
As low as is my grave, to show a mind
all your mercies.
Arb. Oh, stand up,
And let me kneel! the light will be ashamed
To see observance done to me by you.
Ara. You are my king.
Arb. You are my mother. Rise!
As far be all your faults from your own soul,
As from my memory; then you
As white as Innocence herself.
Ara. I came
Only to show my duty and acknowledge
My sorrows for my sins: Longer to stay,
Were but to
draw eyes more attentively
Upon my shame. That power, that kept you safe
From me, preserve you still!
Arb. Your own desires
Shall be your guide.
Pan. Now let me die!
Since I have seen my lord the king return
In safety, I have seen all good that life
show me. I have neer another wish
For Heaven to grant; nor were it fit I should;
For I am bound to spend
my age to come,
In giving thanks that this was granted me.
Gob. Why does not your majesty speak?
Arb. To whom?
Gob. To the princess.
Pan. Alas, sir, I am fearful! You do look
On me, as if I were some loathed thing,
That you were finding
out a way to shun.
Gob. Sir, you should speak to her.
Pan. I know I am unworthy, yet not ill.
Armd with which innocence, here I will kneel
Till I am one with
earth, but I will gain
Some words and kindness from you. [Kneels.
Tigr. Will you speak, sir?
Arb. Speak! am I what I was?
What art thou, that dost creep into my breast,
And darst not see my face?
Show forth thyself.
I feel a pair of fiery wings displayd
Hither, from thence. You shall not tarry there!
and begone; if you best love, be gone!
Or I will tear thee from my wounded breast,
Pull thy lovd down
away, and with a quill,
By this right arm drawn from thy wanton wing,
Write to thy laughing mother in thy
That you are powers belied, and all your darts
Are to be blown away, by men resolved,
Like dust. I
know thou fearst my words; away