Mon. Your Excellence did banish me the land Because I did suspect her with that fellow.
Duke. He shall be tortur'd with th'extreamest plague For his presumption.—Have you brought them, That I may kill them with a killing looke?
Hat. Without direction we have ventured To lay upon them your strict command, And they attend.
Duke. Bring the presumptuous.
Enter Constantine, and Euphrata, Otho following in disguise.
Euph. Forward, Constantine, our Rites are done, Thou art my husband, doe not feare his eye, The worst it can import is but to die.
Duke. Base and degenerate.
Euph. He is a Gentleman, 'Twas base of you to wed a Curtizan.
Mon. Her brothers spirit right, bold and audacious.
Euph. When[210] I am no bastard, wherefore should I feare?
The knot is sacred, and I hold it deare;
I am wedded unto virtue, not to will,
Such blessed unions never bring forth ill.
If I offend, in disobedience,
Judge of the power of love by your offence.
Father, you have no reason for this ire;
Frowne whilst you kill us, desire is desire.