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What? good _Lygones_ welcome, what business brought thee hither?
_Lyg_.
Several businesses. My publick businesses will appear by this, I have a message to deliver, which if it please you so to authorize, is an emba.s.sage from the Armenian State, unto Arbaces for your liberty: the offer's there set down, please you to read it.
_Tigr_.
There is no alteration happened since I came thence?
_Lyg_.
None Sir, all is as it was.
_Tigr_.
And all our friends are well?
_Lyg_.
All very well.
_Spa_.
Though I have done nothing but what was good, I dare not see my Father, it was fault enough not to acquaint him with that good.
_Lyg_.
Madam I should have seen you.
_Spa_.
O good Sir forgive me.
_Lyg_.
Forgive you, why? I am no kin to you, am I?
_Spa_.
Should it be measur'd by my mean deserts, indeed you are not.
_Lyg_.
Thou couldest prate unhappily ere thou couldst go, would thou couldst do as well, and how does your custome hold out here?
_Spa_.
Sir?
_Lyg_.
Are you in private still, or how?
_Spa_.
What do you mean?
_Lyg_.
Do you take mony? are you come to sell sin yet? perhaps I can help you to liberal Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O thou vile creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young wh.o.r.e, I would thy Mother had liv'd to see this, or rather that I had died ere I had seen it; why didst not make me acquainted when thou wert first resolv'd to be a wh.o.r.e, I would have seen thy hot l.u.s.t satisfied more privately: I would have kept a dancer and a whole consort of musicians in my own house only to fiddle thee.
_Spa_.
Sir, I was never wh.o.r.e.
_Lyg_.
If thou couldst not say so much for thy self, thou shouldst be carted.
_Tigr_.
_Lygones_, I have read it, and I like it, you shall deliver it.
_Lyg_.
Well Sir, I will: but I have private business with you.
_Tigr_.
Speak, what is't?
_Lyg_. How has my age deserv'd so ill of you, that you can pick no strumpets i'th' land, but out of my breed?
_Tigr_.
Strumpets, good _Lygones_?
_Lyg_.
Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorn to get a wh.o.r.e for any prince alive, and yet scorn will not help methinks: my Daughter might have been spar'd, there were enow besides.
_Tigr_.
May I not prosper but she's innocent as morning light for me, and I dare swear for all the world.
_Lyg_.
Why is she with you then? can she wait on you better than your man, has she a gift in plucking off your stockings, can she make Cawdles well or cut your cornes? Why do you keep her with you?
