Duke. Doe what you dare, the election still shall stand.
Fred. Woe and destruction then must rule the land.
Come, Lord Rinaldo, valiant Alberto, come;
We have friends enough to grace a warlike Drum. [A shout within.
Hearke how the Commons doe applaud our cause.
Lascivious Duke, farewell, father, oh vilde!
Where Queanes are mothers, Fredericke is no child.
[Exeunt.
Duke. My guard pursue them, and alive or dead
Cut off the cause by which these cries are bred.
Come, my faire Dutchesse; first unto the Church,
There sollemnize our nuptials; then unto our armes:
A little rough breath overbeares these stormes.
[Exeunt. Manet Alfred & Hatto.
Alfred. The Duke's besotted. Now we are secure; This match makes well for us; we may command And on them lay the abuses of the land.
Hat. Excellent good; we are like to have warres indeed,
But in the meane the poore will starve for bread.
Wee must share proffits, howsoere things goe.
Winner or looser, neither is our foe;
For mutually we'll beare our selues in all
Or taking part leane to the strongest wall.
[Exeunt.
[SCENE 2.]
Enter Constantine and Euphrata.