Enter Tigranes And Spaconia.
Arb.
The Queen thou meanest, O my Tigranes. Pardon me, tread on my neck, I freely offer it, and if thou beest so given take revenge, for I have injur'd thee.
Tigr.
No, I forgive, and rejoyce more that you have found repentance, than I my liberty.
Arb.
Mayest thou be happy in thy fair choice, for thou art temperate. You owe no ransom to the state, know that I have a thousand joyes to tell you of, which yet I dare not utter till I pay my thanks to Heaven for 'em: Will you go with me and help me? pray you do.
Tigr.
I will.
Arb.