A King, and No King Part 10

Not care how I do? Let a man out of the mightiness of his spirit, fructifie Foreign Countries with his blood for the good of his own, and thus he shall be answered: Why I may live to relieve with spear and shield, such a Lady as you distressed.

_Pan_.

Why, I will care, I'me glad that thou art well, I prethee is he so?

_Gob_.

The King is well and will be here to morrow.

_Pan_.

My prayer is heard, now will I open mine.

_Gob_.

_Bacurius_, I must ease you of your charge: Madam, the wonted mercy of the King, That overtakes your faults, has met with this, And struck it out, he has forgiven you freely, Your own will is your law, be where you please.

_ Ara_.

I thank him.

_Gob_.

You will be ready to wait upon his Majesty to morrow?

_ Ara_.

I will.

[_Exit_ Arane.

_Bac_.

Madam be wise hereafter; I am glad I have lost this Office.

_Gob_.

Good Captain _Bessus_, tell us the discourse betwixt _Tigranes_ and our King, and how we got the victory.

_Pan_.

I prethee do, and if my Brother were In any danger, let not thy tale make Him abide there long before thou bring him off, For all that while my heart will beat.

_Bes_.

Madam let what will beat, I must tell the truth, and thus it was; they fought single in lists, but one to one; as for my own part, I was dangerously hurt but three days before, else, perhaps, we had been two to two, I cannot tell, some thought we had, and the occasion of my hurt was this, the enemy had made Trenches.

_Gob_.

Captain, without the manner of your hurt be much material to this business, we'l hear't some other time.

_Pan_.

I prethee leave it, and go on with my Brother.

_Bes_.

I will, but 'twould be worth your hearing: To the Lists they came, and single-sword and gantlet was their fight.

_Pan_.

Alas!

_Bes_.

Without the Lists there stood some dozen Captains of either side mingled, all which were sworn, and one of those was I: and 'twas my chance to stand next a Captain o'th' enemies side, called _Tiribasus_; Valiant they said he was; whilst these two Kings were streaching themselves, this _Tiribasus_ cast something a scornful look on me, and ask't me who I thought would overcome: I smil'd and told him if he would fight with me, he should perceive by the event of that whose King would win: something he answered, and a scuffle was like to grow, when one _Zipetus_ offered to help him, I--

_Pan_.

All this is of thy self, I pray thee _Bessus_ tell something of my Brother, did he nothing?

_Bes_.

Why yes, I'le tell your Grace, they were not to fight till the word given, which for my own part, by my troth I confess I was not to give.

_Pan_.

See for his own part.

_Bac_.

I fear yet this fellow's abus'd with a good report.

_Bes_.

But I--

_Pan_.

Still of himself.

_Bes_.

Cri'd give the word, when as some of them say, _Tigranes_ was stooping, but the word was not given then, yet one _Cosroes_ of the enemies part, held up his finger to me, which is as much with us Martialists, as I will fight with you: I said not a word, nor made sign during the combate, but that once done.

_Pan_.

He slips o're all the fight.