Euph. Doe as I bid you, goe. [Exit Julia.
Otho. I had rather have a word or twaine with you.
Euph. I have heard him oft enquire for thee his friend,
I have heard him sigh, I have seene him weepe for thee,
Imagining some mischiefe or distresse
Had falne thee since the closets separation.
Otho.—And what a slave am I to wrong this friend!
Enter Constantine and Julia.
Con. Where is he?
Ju. Here.
Con. The welcom'st man alive. Unkind, how couldst thou stay from me so long?
Otho. I have bin ill at ease, pray pardon me; But I rejoyce to see my friend so well.
Euph. Some Ladies love hath made him melancholy.