This but teaches
How to be more familiar with our sorrows,
That are too much our masters: good Spaconia
How shall I do you service?
Spa.
Noblest Lady,
You make me more a slave still to your goodness,
And only live to purchase thanks to pay you,
For that is all the business of my life: now
I will be bold, since you will have it so,
To ask a noble favour of you.
Pan.
Speak it, 'tis yours, for from so sweet a vertue,
No ill demand has issue.
Spa.
Then ever vertuous, let me beg your will
In helping me to see the Prince Tigranes,
With whom I am equal prisoner, if not more.
Pan.
Reserve me to a greater end Spaconia;
Bacurius cannot want so much good manners
As to deny your gentle visitation,
Though you came only with your own command.
Spa.