_Enter Julia, with a vaile over her head, Otho with another, with Officers_. _Duke_. What means these sable vailes upon their faces? _Val_. In signe they sorrow for your high displeasure. For since the houre they were imprisoned, They have liv'd like strangers, hood-winkt together. You may atchieve great fame, victorious Lord, To save the lives of two such innocents. _Duke_. Tis pretty in thee, my soule lov'd Dutchesse, To make this Princely motion for thy foes. Let it suffice, the'are traitors to the state, Confederators with those that sought my life, A kinne to _Fredericke_, that presumptious boy, That durst beare armes against his naturall father: Are they more deare then he? off with their vailes. _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? _Otho_. Both, in our disguise, And we stand here to act their tragedies. If they have done amisse, on us Impose the Law. _Julia_. O let our suites prevaile, I ask to dye for my deare Ladies sake. _Otho_. I for my friend. _Duke_. This friendly part doth make My heart to bleede within me, and my minde Much perplext that I have beene so unkind. What second funerall march is that I heare? _Enter Rainaldo and Alberto, like schollers, grieving before the Beare, others following them with bodies of Euphrata and Constantine covered with blacke_. _Alberto_. Health to this presence, though the newes Impairing health I bring unto this presence; The bodies of the drowned _Constantine_ And the faire _Euphrata_, behold them both. _Duke_. Of drowned _Constantine_ and _Euphrata_! Declare the manner, and with killing words Temper thy words, that it may wound my life.