languish for the want of that,
The having which would kill me.—No man here
Offer to speak for her; for I consider
As much as you can say; I will not toil
My body and my mind too; rest thou there;
Here’s one within will labour for you both.

Pan. I would I were past speaking.

Gob. Fear not, madam;
The king will alter: ’Tis some sudden rage,
And you shall see it end some other way.

Pan. Pray Heaven it do!

Tigr. [Aside.] Though she to whom I swore be here, I cannot
Stifle my passion longer; if my father
Should rise again, disquieted with this,
And charge me to forbear, yet it would out—

[Comes forward.

Pan. You are welcome, sir,
I think; but if you be not, ’tis past me
To make you so; for I am here a stranger
Greater than you: We know from whence you come;
But I appear a lost thing, and by whom
Is yet uncertain; found here i’ the court,
And only suffer’d to walk up and down,
As one not worth the owning.

Spa. Oh, I fear
Tigranes will be caught; he looks, methinks,
As he would change his eyes with her. Some help
There is above for me, I hope!

Tigr. Why do you turn away, and weep so fast,
And utter things that misbecome your looks?
Can you want owning?

Spa. Oh, ’tis certain so.

Tigr. Acknowledge yourself mine.

Arb. How now?

Tigr. And then
See if you want an owner.

Arb. They are talking!

Tigr. Nations shall own you for their queen.

Arb. Tigranes! art not thou my prisoner?

Tigr. I am.

Arb. And who is this?

Tigr. She is your sister.

Arb. She is so.

Mar. Is she so again? that’s well.

Arb. And how, then, dare you offer to change words with her?

Tigr. Dare do it? Why, you brought me hither, sir,
To that intent.