Why? wilt thou have me die Spaconia.
What should I do?

_Spa_.

Nay let me stay alone,
And when you see _Armenia_ again,
You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I;
Some friend that ever lov'd me or my cause,
Will build me something to distinguish me
From other women, many a weeping verse
He will lay on, and much lament those maids,
That plac'd their loves unfortunately high,
As I have done, where they can never reach;
But why should you go to _Iberia_?

_Tigr_.

Alas, that thou wilt ask me, ask the man
That rages in a Fever why he lies
Distempered there, when all the other youths
Are coursing o're the Meadows with their Loves?
Can I resist it? am I not a slave
To him that conquer'd me?

_Spa_.

That conquer'd thee _Tigranes_! he has won
But half of thee, thy body, but thy mind