Mon. O yet be mercifull unto your daughter.
Duke. You make me mad, headsman; dispatch I say, They are doom'd to die, and this the latest day.
Otho. Then let him strike, who ever traitors be, I am sure no treason lives in her or me.
Duke. How now, whats here? Otho and Julia! Am I deluded? where is Euphrata, And that audacious traitor Constantine?
Otho. Why, fled.
Duke. To whom?
Otho. To safetie, here was none.
I can resolve you of the circumstance:
Betwixt the noble Constantine and I,—
Noble I call him for his virtuous minde—
There was a league of love so strongly made
That time wants houres, and occasion cause,
To violate the contract of our hearts.
Yet on my part the breach did first appeare:
He brought me to behold his beauteous love
The faire Euphrata; her Angel sight
Begate in me the fire of private love:
I that before did like her for my friend,
Now to deceive him, sought her for my selfe;
But my device was knowne unto my friend,
And worthilie he banisht me his sight.
Duke. Whats this to their destruction? seeke them forth.
Otho. They are far enough from suffering such a death.
I, well considering my unfriendly part,
Bethought me how to reconcile my self
Unto my hearts endeared Constantine;
And seeing him carried to the prison, we
Followed, and found meanes for their libertie.
Duke. Are they escapt then?