Exit.
Lig.
There he is indeed, Enter Tig. and Spaco.
And with him my disloyall childe.
Tig.
I doe perceive my fault so much, that yet
Me thinkes thou shouldst not have forgiven me.
Lig.
Health to your Maiestie.
Tig.
What? good Ligones, welcome; what businesse brought thee hether?
Lig.