Arb. Good Gobrias, bring ’em in.—

[Exit Gobrias.

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.


Ara. [Kneels.] As low as this I bow to you; and would
As low as is my grave, to show a mind
Thankful for 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 shall be
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.

[Exit Arane

Pan. Now let me die!
Since I have seen my lord the king return
In safety, I have seen all good that life
Can show me. I have ne’er 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.

Arb. Ha?

Pan. I know I am unworthy, yet not ill.
Arm’d 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 dar’st not see my face? Show forth thyself.
I feel a pair of fiery wings display’d
Hither, from thence. You shall not tarry there!
Up, and begone; if you be’st love, be gone!
Or I will tear thee from my wounded breast,
Pull thy lov’d down away, and with a quill,
By this right arm drawn from thy wanton wing,
Write to thy laughing mother in thy blood,
That you are powers belied, and all your darts
Are to be blown away, by men resolved,
Like dust. I know thou fear’st my words; away

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