A King, and No King. Beaumont Francis

      Arane, ) The [Queen-Mother.

      Panthea,) Her Daughter.

      Spaconia,) A Lady Daughter of Ligones

      Mandane,) A waiting woman, and other attendants.

      Actus primus. Scena prima

      Enter Mardonius and Bessus, Two Captains.

      Mar.

      Bessus, the King has made a fair hand on't, he has ended the Wars at a blow, would my sword had a close basket hilt to hold Wine, and the blade would make knives, for we shall have nothing but eating and drinking.

      Bes.

      We that are Commanders shall do well enough.

      Mar.

      Faith Bessus, such Commanders as thou may; I had as lieve set thee Perdue for a pudding i'th' dark, as Alexander the Great.

      Bes.

      I love these jests exceedingly.

      Mar.

      I think thou lov'st 'em better than quarrelling Bessus, I'le say so much i'thy behalf, and yet thou 'rt valiant enough upon a retreat, I think thou wouldst kill any man that stopt thee if thou couldst.

      Bes.

      But was not this a brave Combate Mardonius?

      Mar.

      Why, didst thou see't?

      Bes.

      You stood wi'me.

      Mar.

      I did so, but me thought thou wink'dst every blow they strook.

      Bes.

      Well, I believe there are better souldiers than I, that never saw two Princes fight in lists.

      Mar.

      By my troth I think so too Bessus, many a thousand, but certainly all that are worse than thou have seen as much.

      Bes.

      'Twas bravely done of our King.

      Mar.

      Yes, if he had not ended the wars: I'me glad thou dar'st talk of such dangerous businesses.

      Bes.

      To take a Prince prisoner in the heart of's own Country in single combat.

      Mar.

      See how thy blood curdles at this, I think thou couldst be contented to be beaten i'this passion.

      Bes.

      Shall I tell you truly?

      Mar.

      I.

      Bes.

      I could willingly venture for't.

      Mar.

      Um, no venture neither Bessus.

      Bes.

      Let me not live, if I do not think 'tis a braver piece of service than that I'me so fam'd for.

      Mar.

      Why, art thou fam'd for any valour?

      Bes.

      Fam'd! I, I warrant you.

      Mar.

      I'me e'en heartily glad on't, I have been with thee e're since thou cam'st to th'wars, and this is the first word that ever I heard on't, prethee who fames thee.

      Bes.

      The Christian world.

      Mar.

      'Tis heathenishly done of'em in my conscience, thou deserv'st it not.

      Bes.

      Yes, I ha' don good service.

      Mar.

      I do not know how thou mayst wait of a man in's Chamber, or thy agility of shifting of a Trencher, but otherwise no service good Bessus.

      Bes.

      You saw me do the service your self.

      Mar.

      Not so hasty sweet Bessus, where was it, is the place vanish'd?

      Bes.

      At Bessus desp'rate redemption.

      Mar.

      At Bessus desp'rate redemption, where's that?

      Bes.

      There where I redeem'd the day, the place bears my name.

      Mar.

      Pray thee, who Christened it?

      Bes.

      The Souldiers.

      Mar.

      If I were not a very merrily dispos'd man, what would become of thee? one that had but a grain of choler in the whole composition of his body, would send thee of an errand to the worms for putting thy name upon that field: did not I beat thee there i'th' head o'th' Troops with a Trunchion, because thou wouldst needs run away with thy company, when we should charge the enemy?

      Bes.

      True, but I did not run.

      Mar.

      Right Bessus, I beat thee out on't.

      Bes.

      But came I not up when the day was gone, and redeem'd all?

      Mar.

      Thou knowest, and so do I, thou meanedst to flie, and thy fear making thee mistake, thou ranst upon the enemy, and a hot charge thou gav'st, as I'le do thee right, thou art furious in running away, and I think, we owe thy fear for our victory; If I were the King, and were sure thou wouldst mistake alwaies and run away upon th' enemy, thou shouldst be General by this light.

      Bes.

      You'l never leave this till I fall foul.

      Mar.

      No more such words dear Bessus, for though I have ever known thee a coward, and therefore durst never strike thee, yet if thou proceedest, I will allow thee valiant, and beat thee.

      Bes.

      Come, our King's a brave fellow.

      Mar.

      He is so Bessus, I wonder how thou cam'st to know it. But if thou wer't a man of understanding, I would tell thee, he is vain-glorious, and humble, and angry, and patient, and merry and dull, and joyful and sorrowful in extremity in an hour: Do not think me thy friend for this, for if I ear'd who knew it, thou shouldst not hear it Bessus. Here he is with his prey in his foot.

      Enter &c. Senet Flourish.

      Enter Arbaces and Tigranes,