_Enter_ Arbaces _and_ Tigranes, _Two Kings and two Gentlemen_.

_Arb_.

Thy sadness brave _Tigranes_ takes away
From my full victory, am I become
Of so small fame, that any man should grieve
When I o'recome him? They that plac'd me here,
Intended it an honour large enough, (though he
For the most valiant living, but to dare oppose me single,
Lost the day. What should afflict you, you are as free as I,
To be my prisoner, is to be more free
Than you were formerly, and never think
The man I held worthy to combate me
Shall be us'd servilely: Thy ransom is
To take my only Sister to thy Wife.
A heavy one _Tigranes_, for she is
A Lady, that the neighbour Princes send
Blanks to fetch home. I have been too unkind
To her _Tigranes_, she but nine years old
I left her, and ne're saw her since, your wars
Have held me long and taught me though a youth,
The way to victory, she was a pretty child,
Then I was little better, but now fame
Cries loudly on her, and my messengers
Make me believe she is a miracle;
She'l make you shrink, as I did, with a stroak
But of her eye _Tigranes_.

_Tigr_.