That conquer'd thee Tigranes! he has won
But half of thee, thy body, but thy mind
May be as free as his, his will did never
Combate thine, and take it prisoner.
Tigr.
But if he by force convey my body hence,
What helps it me or thee to be unwilling?
Spa.
O Tigranes, I know you are to see a Lady there,
To see, and like I fear: perhaps the hope
Of her make you forget me, ere we part,
Be happier than you know to wish; farewel.
Tigr.
Spaconia, stay and hear me what I say:
In short, destruction meet me that I may
See it, and not avoid it, when I leave
To be thy faithful lover: part with me
Thou shalt not, there are none that know our love,
And I have given gold unto a Captain
That goes unto Iberia from the King,
That he will place a Lady of our Land
With the Kings Sister that is offered me;
Thither shall you, and being once got in
Perswade her by what subtil means you can
To be as backward in her love as I.
Spa.
Can you imagine that a longing maid
When she beholds you, can be pull'd away
With words from loving you?
Tigr.