In peace, as I in war, she'l conquer too,
You shall see if you have the power to stand
The force of her swift looks, if you dislike,
I'le send you home with love, and name your ransom
Some other way, but if she be your choice,
She frees you: To _Iberia_ you must.

_Tigr_.

Sir, I have learn'd a prisoners sufferance,
And will obey, but give me leave to talk
In private with some friends before I go.

_Arb_.

Some to await him forth, and see him safe,
But let him freely send for whom he please,
And none dare to disturb his conference,
I will not have him know what bondage is,

[_Exit Tigranes_.

Till he be free from me. This Prince, _Mardonius_,
Is full of wisdom, valour, all the graces
Man can receive.

_Mar_.

And yet you conquer'd him.