Act 1, Scene II

Scene: Another part of the same.


Why, wilt thou have me fly, Spaconia?
What should I do?
Nay, let me stay alone;
And when you see Armenia again
You shall behold a tomb more worth than I.
Some friend, that ever loves me or my cause,
Will build me something to distinguish me
From other women; many a weeping verse
He will lay on, and much lament those maids
That placed their loves unfortunately too high,
As I have done, where they can never reach.
But why should vou go to Iberia?
Alas, that thou wilt ask me! Ask the man
That rages in a fever, why he lies
Distemper'd there, when all the other youths
Are coursing o'er the meadows with their loves?
Can I resist it? am I not a slave
To him that conquer'd me?
That conquer'd thee,
Tigranes! He has won but half of thee,
Thy body; but thy mind may be as free
As his: His will did never combat thine
And take it prisoner.
But if he by force
Convey my body hence, what helps it me,
Or thee, to be unwilling?
O, Tigranes!
I know you are to see a lady there;
To see, and like, I fear: Perhaps, the hope
Of her makes you forget me, ere we part.
Be happier than you know to wish! farewell!
Spaconia, stay, and hear me what I say
In short, destruction meet me that I may
See it, and not avoid it, when I leave
To be thy faithful lover! Part with me
Thou shalt not! there are none that know our love,
And I have given gold unto a captain,
That goes unto Iberia from the king,
That he would place a lady of our land
With the king's sister that is offered me:
Thither shall you, and, being once got in,
Persuade her, by what subtle means you can,
To be as backward in her love as I.
Can you imauine that a longing maid,
When she beholds you, can be pull'd away
With words from loving you?
Dispraise my health,
My honesty, and tell her I am jealous.
Why, I had rather lose you: Can my heart
Consent to let my tongue throw out such words?
And I, that ever yet spoke what I thought,
Shall find it such a thing at first to lie!
Yet, do thy best.


What, is your majesty ready?
There is the lady, captain.
Sweet lady, by your leave. I could wish myself more full of courtship for your fair sake.
Sir, I shall feel no want of that.
Lady, you must haste; I have received new letters from the king, that require more haste than I expected; he will follow me suddenly himself and begins to call for your majesty already.
He shall not do so long.
Sweet lady, shall I call you my charge hereafter?
I will not take upon me to govern your tongue, sir:
You shall call me what you please.