Sir I have.
Enter 1 Gent, and Tigranes.
1 Gent.
Sir, here is the Armenian King.
Arb.
He's welcome.
1 Gent.
And the Queen-mother, and the Princess wait without.
Arb.
Good Gobrias bring 'em in.
Tigranes, you will think you are arriv'd
In a strange Land, where Mothers cast to poyson
Their only Sons; think you you shall be safe?