Fre. Willingly, my Lord.
Duke. Then to the state-house, brothers, leade the way: First our instalement [sic], then a funerall day.
[Exeunt Duke and brothers and Fred.
Enter Otho.
Otho. Yonder she goes, the mirrour of her sexe.— Stay, beauteous Euphrata.
Euph. Otho! what, Julia?
Ju. Here, madam! what's your will?
Euph. Call Constantine; Tell him his deare friend Otho is return'd.
Ju. I will.
Otho. Stay, Julia.